My City Bleeds

Posted: Saturday, February 13, 2010 by Kratik in

Rubbishing plans for an MNIK show,

The day started off pretty decent.

Expecting wrath and an endless row,

A leper stance with furbish valor scent.

History knocked on the door,

I refused to let it in.

Held my hand and scared me to the core,

Showed its glimpse, a puddle without a win.

It began to rankle,

Personating what used to be.

Warned me several times to stop whelping,

My ignorance its verse as it began to leave.

As I moved with the brightness,

Taken away by a storm.

From an oceanic fleet to a littoral mess,

Crashing I went, out of ROBOCON.

Finishing a round of Sudarshan Kriya and Padma Sadhna,

My mind centered and a smile to lead.

Ready to celebrate every moment this millennia,

Shocked I was, when I watched my city bleed.

For once there was no Mahrashtrian or OMS,

Roaring rage, a pain we all felt.

Cowards and morons against humanity,

Who think bombing a maisonette is hitting under the belt.

Removal of security after information on attack,

Mentally stunted government as political issues took the toll.

Primordial devilish, they observed from the back,

Impetuous losers went on a roll.

A bunch of idiots without an ideology or religion,

Insulting Islam with only a motive to spread violence and terror.

It never said kill innocent people regardless of a meaning or a vision,

These brain-washed boneheaded dorks think they can make India surrender.

But we stand like we have always done,

Staring straight in the loser’s eyes.

We need to be together and stand as one,

For once even MNS should realize.

We all feel the same, we all feel hurt.

Like them, it’s our home too.

It was a pain to see my city bleed,

Purl politics need to go, Its our city too.

An Indian I am, a Puneite I am.


  1. Falguni says:

    good work, really well written.

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