Blowing in the Wind...India 2021

And when the last tree was cut down 

And stacked on the last funeral pyre,

And loose earth was thrown 

Over the last shallow grave.

When the last parent died. 

The last doctor.

The last colleague.

The last neighbour.

The last friend.

The last father. 

And brother. 

And sister. 

And mother. 

The last Muslim

And the last Hindu.

When the smoke and ash cleared

All we saw was image and reputation 

Drifting through the political breeze...