Don'T Tell Any One

Don’t tell anyone
As I was the one
Who made wood from charcoal?
Who laid moon from roof’s hole
Left out was the one, been forgotten
Dived in the pond, covered by those
Who’ve grown out of proportion?
Don’t tell anyone
As I was the one
Who danced over hanging belly?
Who feared from sagging valley?
Noticed things you hear them now
But said scenes unseen unheard in row
Still had share of skin, shrunken, swollen
Don’t tell anyone
As I was the one
Who smoked under broken table?
Who bruised fingers, holding cable?
To hold you and me together
Over no money, but working
Decaying, back-broken, starving
Rest of non-denim India
Murmuring hardly the already loud slogan
Don’t tell anyone
As I was the one
Holding the torch, flaunting my muscle
Raising those arms, aiming for tussle
Whispering words ready to alarm
Police sticks waiting for the charm
Beating retreat was my whistle
While they heard me saying in brittle
For respect, allow death to bow down
O martyrs, swallow bullets for heaven
To come down for “me”, was unheard
Raised from far, the last part of slogan
Don’t tell anyone
As I was the one

by Anurag Tiwari

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