8 clean feet

Maruti Naik
1 min readJun 16, 2019
Picture credit — IndianExpress Photo: Tashi Tobgyal/File

7 lives suffocated,
their screams unheard,
their votes counted,
now no longer needed.

a photograph found,
on one of them,
of 8 feet washed then dried,
of respect shown, hope kindled.

little did they know,
that it was all a show,
respect drained down,
once the photos were done,
mixed with sludge,
just another slogan.

the brooms will come out soon,
more pages to fill,
filthy lies to be flushed down,
the sewers lie waiting,
a universe ignored,
never explored,
always exploited.



Maruti Naik

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write