Air has got fever
No vaccine
It can’t breathe
No oxygen
Where is the way to hospital?
No vaccancy
Then, what is there in this country?
Sages are there..
Casanova’s are there
There are god’s who listen to them
There is the pomp of Kumbhamela
Electio’s land mine is there
Country is full of patients
There are piles of corpses
In the sacred Ganges
Votes are there
Positions won by votes are there
Religions, caste,
Politics
More than this
Which gives life to man
Which kills in instalments
The only one business
Don’t ask that
Where are the humans?
This is the dying season
Of business conspiracy
Flowing like tides
Don’t worry about
Humanity
Now the one thing
This country can give is
Death certificate only
Also read: Count it as…!
Telugu Original
Sikha Aakash
Translation
Prof Sarojadevi Komatla
