REFUSAL TO MOURN THE ABOLITION OF PIGEON-FEEDING SPOTS IN MUMBAI
Then die.
Amidst manic laughter.
What good are you, anyway?
What good…..
You are no more carriers of news–
amatory or military.
Without your wings
news now flies globally in nanoseconds.
Hooray for the digital age!
Besides, you eject a fat lot
of toxic shit, say doctors.
The age of poetry is dead, too.
So, India Gate needn’t soar, anymore,
in the eyes of the enchanted beholder,
on the wings of its
living heaving hovering
clouds of pigeons.
Die…
(Subhransu Maitra)
