Noise. Light. Burst.
Ears. Eyes. Hurt.
Burn. Smell. Smog.
Crackers. Nose. Block.
Wind - Cease.
Land - Plead.
Sky - Black
Water - Lack.
100 cones - 1 rupee.
The TN Women's untold tragedy.
Wet paper. Straighten.
Apply paste. Roll. To 1000 hasten.
Gun powder fill.
Children, dare not spill.
Lungs, themselves, slowly kill.
But, we want crackers still.
- 23 October 2014
- Stuck in traffic for almost 02 hours. Watching crackers light up the sky. A sky so dark, I can't see the stars, a haze so thick, my eyes weep, an air so dense, I can't breathe, a celebration I can only lament as I recall statistics of exploitation and pollution.
Shun Crackers. Will you India? Will you make me proud?
- 23 October 2014
- Stuck in traffic for almost 02 hours. Watching crackers light up the sky. A sky so dark, I can't see the stars, a haze so thick, my eyes weep, an air so dense, I can't breathe, a celebration I can only lament as I recall statistics of exploitation and pollution.
Shun Crackers. Will you India? Will you make me proud?
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