celebrate

Celebrate for the crushed lizard

Celebrate for the wingless butterflies

Celebrate for the killed boys for few thousands

Celebrate for the floating dead fishes

Celebrate for the curtain that your homosexual sons wear to hide from you

Celebrate for the number of bodies in the morgue

Celebrate for their politics

Celebrate for the boots that step on your head

Celebrate for the guns that make you timid

Celebrate for the bungalows you build for them

Celebrate for the rivers that flow your child’s blood

Celebrate for the bullet that pierced her vagina

Celebrate for the young good looking Gandhi

Celebrate for being born in this “jewel of india”

Celebrate for your unread poets and writers

Celebrate every time they show you their pistols

Celebrate for the junkies that you disown

Celebrate for the villages where girls are being raped by the revolutionaries

Celebrate for the number of women who have been raped by armies

Celebrate for the electricity which makes you insane when you want to watch Delhi, Mumbai

Celebrate for the headlines in the newspapers

Celebrate for the little fields and its fertility, which makes you steal, rent and buy what you need for your survival

Celebrate for Moreh that gives you the cheapest toothpaste

Celebrate for your unemployed helpless lazy sons

Celebrate for the burnt library

Celebrate for the blasts which know no rival

Celebrate for their polls inside your hut

Celebrate for the widows who sell cigarettes and pan

Celebrate for the rickshaw pullers and their body odour

Celebrate! Celebrate !

Inaugurate your lives

There is lot more to come

There is more

For you in the store.