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One More Precious Thing’s Been Sold

Just three weeks ago, on the way
to the polling station

we saw a single, half-eaten
myna bird lying in the road.

Neither of us mentioned it;
the air was already

so heavy that day.
I no longer trust omens

and portents:
just last week, I dreamt

that Amit Shah was in jail,
but last night, I’m sure

I heard him whispering
in Kejriwal’s ear.

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