India
Listen,Indiais not a womanlet alone a benevolent motherdraped in the tricolour,head crowned,Palm stretched to blessthose who shun her femininityin all other forms.India is dark and dusty,It exists, at once,In squalor and poverty andglass towers and gated communities.India subsists on a meagre mealeaten out in the field orthrives in the vicinity of air-conditioned mallswith gourmet deals.India floats aroundoccupying empty stomachs andlynched bodies with drooping hands,hanging from peepul treesover parched lands, orin...
