A few kilograms of rice
And maybe some daal.
A hundred or a five
Hundred note at times.
That's how we sell our
Votes to rot in the same
Hope, again and again.
The fire is costly and
Hunger is cheap.
And the value of life is
An overlookable stat.
Life doesn't improve.
Livelihood too.
Had to take things in hand
To etch fate on our
Foreheads in bold.
But God complains,
Says it's illegible, to
Outsource the task of
Reading to doctors.
Nothing changed though.
Bodies piled up and
The Doctors in turn ruined
Their handwriting in
The process.