Poetry
When murderers become intellectuals When murderers become intellectuals they do not slay you like this They would spare your life very connivingly snatch away from you your time your voice your words in which you live They would spot small rendezvous of your tiny pleasures of your desires and dejections Would keep surveillance over the atmosphere you breathe Concoct stories and smear them with the very colour contour and essence of your time your voice your words They would thus turn the very source of your life against your being • Yogendra Krishna