Cozy and vast.
We had 10,000 windows.
Maybe more.
Then they said,
Tinting with aluminium
Frames would be nice.
One at a time,
over the years,
The clean blue sky
Turned pink, red, pale
And what-not.
Before we could realize
What was at play,
That's what the nation
Wants they said.
You gotta see through
Our eyes and speak
Through our tongues.
"One Nation.
One Language."
And when they gave
The final makeover to
Our last window,
The last hope of clean light
Shone bright at our faces.
But we didn't have a
Vocabulary of our own
To scream a protest.
And when the last word of
My language fell flat on
The road- with the final
Window down.
They checked if the last
Person can dream in
My lang and reciprocate.
And when there was
Nothing..
They hosted a funeral on
The graveyard of our
Tongues to celebrate
National integrity..
Unity in diversity was
The theme.