Marx’s moustache

Doing nothing nowadays

Is considerable

Excessively inappropriate   action 

Just   provoked

The sensation of itching

On my hips.

For instance

Over the period of time

Marx’s moustache  became more pointed

Nehruvian jacket better stitched

The nationalist’s tongue more eloquent

Bhagat singh’s hat

Exclusive expression of revolution

But those waiting eyes

Still excrete in the open.

Love for them

 still

A sanitation   problem. 

The Boy

While walking through a faceless crowd
 Looking at the golden temple
And its golden reflections in the water,
Measuring its pride in one quick glimpse
The poor child,
Adding curiosity to his hunger,
 Asked his mother
Do people here eat golden chapatis?

Breasts

All stories emanate from  Breasts 

My mother found her story 

While feeding me 

I have found mine 

While kissing my beloved's breast.