Maruti Naik
Jul 18, 2022


the ink
they put on our finger
dries up so quick

the pride we feel
doing our bit
fades out so quick

the selfies
we take
lose meaning so quick

auctions and threats
eclipse the festival of democracy

helpless we watch
vultures circling
they are quick to spot a corpse



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