Harihar Jha

Hungry dogs keep barking

Moon sneaking away behind the horizon

In this city

A few corpses bury human beings alive

A few chairs catch the neck of people

Sit over them haughtily

why

budding flowers are being crushed

My soul is furious, enraged

And cries my fuming speech

In response

Angered by not able to crush me

the hungry dogs

catch me with  their big forceps 

push me in a dog-vehicle

and leave me in a dreaded forest.

                    -Harihar Rai Jha

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