Red hood cars with metal rims were prepared
to whisk away that indignant girl who votes for the hand,
and Baboo ready to spring on those
half-wit photographers who had no credentials to their name.
There is no value for framed certificates in this land of street credit.
Motor cycles burn. Lathis charged.
It’s just collateral damage.
He returned to an air-conditioned room of dark corners
but no cockroaches. Slight dampness and ill lit rooms
were tolerable. It was those creatures he hated.
The television was on and Arnab was in uproar (as usual).
Let them be angry. We’ll see who wins.
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