Six Dogs
Six dogs die
And one guy cries
the dogs are not political
Oh! My, My,
Don’t you know?
Deaths are always political
Be it mosquitoes or a martyr
Someone’s always there to take credit
to call them pest or bravehearts
to declare them something
to award them labels
to hold memoirs
to use their names
Deaths, my dear,
have always been political.
Copyright © Shambhavi Shandilya | Year Posted 2024
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