• Aminabad

    Goirick Brahmachari

    February 22, 2018

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    I stand here on this crowded street at Charbagh,
    dreaming of Aminabad,
    feeling a little sad and sick, as I count my failures.
    Smoking, recognising, how for the last 36 years, almost always,
    Never have I understood this idea that shines around the word:
    Though, I know its definition, the calculations, alright.

    Failed, I have. And always, I have failed to put things right
    Years go by, as I realise
    how I have attained this habit of inhabiting failure,
    year after year,
    year after year,
    Ever since I was born.

    Watching old men, Hindus and Muslims, sharing tea from the same cup,
    A hundred Christian kids, after service, running out of the Hazratganj cathedral,
    Women in hijab, wearing mascara
    Biking, smoking Hukka
    The Aazaan does not follow the time, its appropriate Raag
    As Ma still believes, it would, in this rusted city.

    But, Ambedkar must grace us all
    At every corner,
    Savitribai Phule sends us blessings with both of her hands.

    To our rage then, our defiance,
    We must lose. We must lose.
    Rejoice this inability.

    While the rest of the world seems satisfied,
    Hyper productive, genetically modified, pre-defined.
    Sprouting from the wild grass onto a full grown tree
    within seconds, in real time
    Successful, able, beautiful, safe
    fitting all requirements of eligibility, looks, size.

    Development, Modi says,
    before every song on the FM radio, and
    after every AIR news bulletin
    Development for every kid who loves sports,
    Development for every kid who does not know about the news
    Development for every mom and dad who
    spend their free time in Bollywood,
    Development for them who love the TV news.

    Development that feeds on my underdevelopment
    Undergarments, my anger and my redundancy
    Development through these democratic streets of old Lucknow
    Development, women; through WTO -sponsored- -steady reduction of
    LPG subsidies
    Pre- lobbied design, SE4ALL, clean cooking and lighting, development,
    Ki Moon's Ban post-retirement plans,
    Development just through placing a random transformer in some of the villages in your state
    Development through developed fudged data, sustainable,
    Development through electricity, electric Indian English poets,
    Nassal Word play, Nepotism, Festivals, half developed streets,
    half dead 'patients etherised upon' the tables in well-lit MNC workstations.
    Development through this poverty and sickness we imbibe.

    Development, through fake claims on posters and banners
    Development, 'mandir wahi banegi'
    Yogi floating in through a drunk dead pub, development. UP Police

    I am a zigzag curve in this land of sleek squares and rectangles.
    I am not water
    nor am I the tree.

    I am just
    the dust
    that is mostly made of human skin.


    Goirick B lives in New Delhi. He has published three volumes of poetry. His latest collection 'Wet Radio and other poems' (August, 2017) was self-published via CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform.

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