Privilege
I woke up from a lazy long drawn slumber From my air-conditioned room to my air-conditioned office I travelled In my air-conditioned metro… Delhi crossed a half century on the degree Celsius I enjoyed my vanilla ice-cream with banana bread My sister and mum experimented today… In my office my students greeted me I decided their fate with my red pen Evaluation day it was for them… Posted a few stories on Palestine Oh the comfort of breaking my silence In the safety of my nation… Chai pe charcha after work My students ask me about my scholarship Maheena ka itna itna I say… I take a sip from my cup The chai-waala toils away… There is so much disillusion around me Am I supposed to pray or run away? Hide or continue with my day… Is this enough? What would suffice? How am I supposed to act? Can I even do something? I don’t have the answers I hope I find the answers…