Just found I got published by Samyukta in 2018 (fourth time)

 https://samyuktajournal.in/poems-a-selection-6/?fbclid=IwAR0sDXF2bJCWhT7voNgzFvQ_2bIs2teDvER-MxDqyT4Imts-gYufBZXIPpg

I wrote a series of poems on Revolution

They got lost on FB

But these few got published in 2018 due to Bini Sajil. I found them only now or rather Reena found them for me. Thanks to her.

The first poem has some missing lines on Vincent Van Gogh

So I rewrote it.

The rest is okay.

STATUES AND PLACES OF WORSHIP

I have lived to see the Bamiyan Buddha blown apart

An Ambedkar wearing a garland of chappals

A Gandhi defaced

An Indira Gandhi’s bust attacked

A Lenin fall

I lived to see the mosque in Ayodhya, the Babri Masjid, get destroyed

Confederate statues get torn down in the US of A

Saw the twin towers there fall down

All this happened during my lifetime

I am not a Buddhist
Or an Ambedkarite, though I am pro Dalit and against jathi and varna discrimination
Or a Gandhian
Am anti-Indira Gandhi
Anti-Lenin
I am not a Muslim
Am anti-slavery, anti-racial discrimination and the Confederates

Anti- American imperialism, expansionism and interventionism
Anti-the political Right movements across the world
& I am no Hindu

I follow the ones free of all icons and idols
Jesus, Buddha, Kabir, Rumi, and all
I follow those in whom God or ideals live(d) in their hearts
I am freed by them of all icons and idols
My body is my only, though not holy, temple
Which statue will you tear down
Or place of worship destroy

To offend me, or of such a one?

I believe in the gospel of Vincent van Gogh

who became a minister and served the poor

and was turned away by his congregation
for being the second coming of Christ, so half-admiringly and half-mockingly named by Zola by hearsay from the miners of Brabante before he turned a painter?
Have you been Adidas and laughed at by the Tam Brahm writer
who could not take your mocking his clan
though he said he was an atheist
but made his son wear the twice-born symbol of the holy thread
even while considering your story sacrilege and crap?

Revolution, you are still in Kerala.
I left you behind, even Adidas
As I have something else to do.
Fate parted us but the fire still burns
In the hearth
Sets ablaze
At unexpected times
Even as the same fascist dogs bark together
All over the world
The same pack of hungry wolves run together
And I, lone wolf, alpha male, await the full moon
To howl and bay at it yes, yes, yes, yes, no, no, yes, yes

My teeth chattering again, this time in the loneliness of heat and cold
And hope it will melt the polar ice-caps.