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DJQuill Dec 1
Standing in the dark
Tired of walking
My limbs feel numb
My hands feel cold

The streetlights say good night
Except for one
That greets me a taxi with flickering lights
I start waving, calling, screaming
But the car doesn't move
I try to get closer
But the distance feels the same

When will the taxi start to move?
Will it come towards me?
Or will it drive away?
Ashwin Kumar Dec 2019
Rest in peace, India
For you are no more
No more a democracy
No more a republic
No more a secular country
What we are seeing instead
Is a fascist, Brahmanical dictatorship
Where Dalits, Bahujans and Muslims
Are treated as second-rate citizens
Where Brahmins rule the roost
And caste is the order of the day
Where the police run riot
At the slightest sign of a protest
Where equality is dead

Rest in peace, India
For you are no more
The Constitution is being wrecked
By the same people
Who swear to protect it
Day in and day out
This is not the country I knew
This is not the country I loved
Since I was a child
This is Pakistan, not India
After all, we are brothers
United by caste and communalism
Divided only by religion

Rest in peace, India
For you are no more
I so wanna escape it all
Thus I turn to cricket
Watching India play West Indies
In my beloved Chennai
But, then again,
As I turn up the volume
I hear chants of 'India! India!'
This is the last straw
That broke the wretched camel's back
Unable to bear it any longer
I yell 'West Indies! West Indies! '
My prayers are answered
As West Indies win the match
That too as if it were child's play
Rest in peace, India
For you are no more
Poem in the wake of the Citizenship Amendment Bill, followed by the Jamia students' protests and subsequent police atrocities.
we remember
leaving the spread
of
my
mothers legs
life outside
the womb
consumes
she was
just
the
driver
we are sorry mom
how much was that
nine month taxi belly ride

we owe you
now we
remember
?













...
..
.
sorry for
the
...
..
.
Nicole Normile Oct 2010
let's have our midnight coffee
spike it a bit
smokin' a cigarette
and just keep hopin' life's gunna take us somewhere
but let's not waste the cab fare
we all know we're going nowhere
Jimmi was riding a little yellow cab
when mr. Rodino came and offered him a job
he pulled his black case and showed a stack of cash
and Jimmi's eyes burned to the ash
and then he said : stop the car right there
and wait for my signal, come on boys
we have to be fast, don't give the time a rest

chasing the sun, running from the rain
a blue-red combination pull down the vain
mr. Rodino had a master plan
a new life in mexico, and a little green
just to make it the best than that's ever been
with a glass of confidence and variety of smiles
now step it son, step on the gas

as he was just as much involved in this
Jimmi took an opportunity to live at least
you know when you get to that point in your life
where everything seems so simple, but the ways are hard
he took his name and offered himself
to be more than just a driver, to be a man

Jimmi stepped into the mud
his shoe got stained, just like his life
mr. Rodino applauded for the task well done
let us celebrate with a glass of my finest vine
one for all and all for ONE

the car was running high into the night
Jimmi had that same old spark, same old light
he knew that he won't get his share
that he is just a man to spare
another worm in a simple task
a master's slave
and he just lost his life

the night was dreamy, gloomy and alive
like a hundred bullets running through his mind
Jimmi stopped the car along the road
there was just no turning back
i'll start the show

he pulled his cold knife
and killed Rodino and his guys in their sleep
no one's gonna play me off, don't worry, your money i will keep

he got rid of the car, took the money, running far
time to hitchhike along the road
Jimmi's gonna start the show

a man stopped and told him to get in
and that he'll take him in the city of the sin

— The End —