Worn out pages:
Some folks have said to me that the contents are not clearly visible. I am writing the poem below:
Gujarat Earthquake
Our founding fathers
Crowded the gates of Heaven
To see who were coming up.
After all, it is so auspicious,
To die on Republic Day.
Instant Moksha like Kargil,
Perhaps Bapu recognised a face or two,
For it all happened in his backyard.
Fortune of my country
Is really on the upswing.
What with Mauni Amavasya
After a hundred and forty four years,
To wash away your sins.
And two days later,
A shiver of the earth,
That cold winter morning.
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