Nourin N K India Oh India! Let me call you out-by your nameAt last.India Oh! India!My father’s wallet isStill on quarantine,Sick and coldWe chant “achhe din aayega”To heal what’s stuckIn our throat. What was it? I wonder!My caste? My religion? My rights?Oh! How easily I forget,One after the otherLike my aunt’s unending bitching,The subject …
India Oh India!
