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

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Yogendra Krishna