Run away around

Passerby shades

Wide and tall, it witnesses many souls around

Scared thread across, it encompasses  mortals heir

Withering in storm, it is passerby shades 

Standing alone, it live to see lives many

Pond beside, is filled with nature gifts

The bosoms around, are never passionately looked upon

Children plays entire day, none to scold and call on

Concerns never drown anyone, all happy and gay

Fresh and clean, the pond is life of the lives surround

Festive is in the air, blessed with internal bliss

The baby goats run on the mound, tired, sit under the tree

Mound guards the pond from all sides, is the evening place 

Villagers working in town, rush to sit around till dusk

They watch their cattle graze, coming from far on their own 

Few remains till midnight, to watch the fireflies dance 

At first light of morn, the birds sing their song

With spring, its leaves are back again 

Sheds it few branches, gives space for new chain

Dry not any more, the peepal tree is alight and live

New faces all over, many lives just arrive 

You groped her, You are Lutyens’ police

You groped her though you took oath to save her
You tore her apart, promising to protect her
You raped the honour, the dignity, the innocence, she wore
Wearing Khaki, you breached the trust bestowed upon you

What was her fault, what was she doing

Standing far way, she was just holding a pen, a note book
Busy taking notes about the incident, while on duty
Neither she asked for anything nor she made any complaint
Quietly she capturing the act of violence in words and in lens
She was there, every was aware, and it was her right

You realized situation went out of your hand
You found her standing alone, weak
You ran towards her staring at her chest 

You pressed her right breast and pushed her back

Agast! She saw herself then beaten
Not by just one, but by several others
When looked around, another fellow was also down
Surrounded by dozen of Khaki puppets, she was in tears and pain
Holding her breath, she kept begging to spare her
When she almost lost her breath, she was left alone  

You in pride, your masters gave a pat on the arm
You did a great job, would be recommended for awards
You paid a lot to be where you are 

You are a brave heart, you are Lutyens’ police 


-- Sumit Kumar Singh