From the furballs of cynicism
That have collected all over me
I sometimes swap a wipe
And put it on my eyelids
On days when newspapers
And Facebook feeds
Are heavy with cruelty and misery
I put in on my eyelids
To mask the dread and knowledge
Of jawans getting being lauded
While raping and murdering
Of people drawing imaginary unity
Whilst cutting the weak one’s throat
Of D D Lapang and all his heirs and cronies
Selling away souls to grow their fat
Of the rich driving away hawkers
With their SUVs and illegal buildings
Of justice taking too long
Of the future uncertain
Of the well meaning progressives
Who tell me what my burdens are
I wear it and try to smile
To mask the roaring turbulence
And decide to meet the world.