DENIAL – how do you come
Swirling like an Ostrich
Hiding yourself in your wings
And then say – No, Nothing!
All is WELL.
So What if I was maimed
The Band saw was innocent
Like all those bullets
And the staccato of the fire.
So what if I was asked
Not to read that message
That I was a Mukhbir
An Agent, Well I was
An Indian, an alien I was.
For that land I had lost out
That right to my pyre I had lost out
And that’s why I fled for
There was none to light my fire.
I came here to die
To live in that hovel
To be buried or burnt
Like a fossil to be discovered
And called the HANGUL.
ALL IS WELL
