Stopping by to loot on a dark
Indian evening...
(Ps: This was written when Anna's movement was on. This has nothing to do with some people taking advantage of the movement and furthering their political ambition and forming political party like AAP)
The “Aam admi’s” house is in the distant village though;
The blind bats will not see me looting here
To fill my belly and take home more.
To steal without leaving a morsel near
Between the infirm in the woods and the cold-hungry man beside the frozen lake
Dear, these are indeed, the darkest evenings of
And ask: should I commit this mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of the uneasy wind and the “Vishesh admi” about to wake.
But I have promises to keep,
Loot, plunder and get thrashed before I sleep,
Loot, plunder and get thrashed before I sleep...
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