Black sculptural exhibits
mounted on high pedestals
on the road sides.
Crows perch on their heads
sparrows nest in their arm pits.
Impregnable, inarticulate
they stand
the tortures of sun and rain
disfigured by urchins,
their faces white washed
by crow shit.
Dirty and dusty
they stand on lofty pedestals
....... looking DOWN
on the Earth they lived in!
Immobile they stand
mutely witnessing
the independent country
they created
getting raped
by the present day politicians!!!
(This penning authored by Viswas K P
Mob 09449825583 was awarded
appreciation at various Poetry Reading
Events)
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