A poem by MANASVINI MONI. Stagnant Like the crimson blood on the streets In fragments Torn apart at the seams The flag waves no more Limp and listless Like the men in the trees 6 feet over the ground where they kneel Suffocating; their skin turning green The green waves for faith, but faith in what? In the saffron nationality/brutality/reality? In blinding white purity? Remember, The twenty-four spokes? In the centre, Cutting through the hoax? The wheel turns no more Live in bliss and ignore Unlock the doors Change with the age Peace or rage Melt the cage Like the seas and the skies Bleed blue for our sakes   Featured image courtesy of Marjan Blan, source: unsplash.com 

Ashoka Chakra