Now everyone could sleep
If not, talk sweet nothingness
If interested you could gossip
On the sex lives of your female colleagues
In titillating whispers.
Women could speak endlessly
Of their men’s escapades.
In summer, after lunch
Without moving an inch
From the air of air conditioners
And coolers, like rag dolls
You could push your
Government branded bottoms and legs
Under the tables where
Heaps of files decay slowly and steadily
In winters, out there in the lawns
You could eat salted fruits
Knit woollen gloves and socks
Speak so high of the diseases you have
And those are eagerly anticipated.
Play cards, spit expletives, chew tobacco
Smoke cigarettes, crack jokes, fart
Belch and go back to your seats.
‘We are in those good old days,’
You could exclaim each other
And go back to your free cells
And mine sweepers, till you drop dead.
You could forget all pains
No need to chat with faceless people
No need to cheat your partners
No politics, no opinion.
If you have anything good to say, say
About the cow protectors, anti-beef eaters
Soldiers at the borders and nationalism
Please, go ahead, we are all ears here.
Please clean up all your opinions
With ample sprinkling of Ganga water.
No need to have an opinion on anything.
Be faithful to the ones who give you
Your subsistence, or get ready to bite bullets.
Why do you still carry those smart phones?
When you do not have any opinion,
Nothing to say, nothing to share
Nothing to like or nothing to emote
Why should you have a smart phone?
Please give it here in this counter
We could supply you those clever phones
That could make calls and take calls.
After some months
One fake id asked the other fake id:
“Did your boss sanction the arrears?”