Category: Poetry

A satirical free-verse take on this summer’s Jantar Mantar protests — the paper leak, the tear gas, the hunger strike, and the party that grew out of a joke. Biting where it needs to be, and dead serious about the part that isn’t funny.

“It was Baisakhi. A festival of harvest, of hope, when fields are full and hearts even fuller.” This poem walks through that April day at Jallianwala Bagh — from turbans and bright colours to closed gates and a well that became a grave — asking us never to forget.