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"Familiar lies" by Das

​Daddy is coming from the redzone,

In a lorry without any legit pass

He was on the other end with a draining phone

Doesn't matter, he always was an eroding carcass

But does that make him an illegal migrant?

Just like a suspect Bangladeshi

Parasitizing mostly on government grant

"ഇങ്ങോട്ടിപ്പോവന്നിട്ടെന്തിനാ? ആരോടാണിത്രവാശി?''

A lame ride taken for the sake of reaching home

Making him an utmost joke

Or the money made his roads and roam?!

Mom says she won't allow him in, not the cock

But the entire daddy at the gates!

I heard that they married after love

Ejaculated parenting fails; sick fates

A lifelong whooping cough

Is he up yet for snatching necklaces?

Which state? Nevermind. Illiterate, puppet stuffed in pan masalas

Does this ever overturn into humanity's victory?

I don't give a damn. Daddy's getting home.

Just like any other odd instance at our worry

These intruders spread like Indian hunger and common flies

Getting played wherever they go, into its repetition as their only fee

Which state? Nevermind. They're all Bengalis

Like that driver who gave him lift for free.

Is he smuggling daddy's stupidity or his sketchy fear of kiss?

I'll sanitise chocolates from the gates

But how does this cough differ from his?

Why take a chance? Mom's worried of our stakes.

I should support every chances we call hopes

But shouldn't it be an ambulance?

Why is she calling in the cops?!

Mom insists that he is pest first

And parasite then

I listen well as I never need a fire in the nest!

Let me meditate to zen

Or take a video to test

And see if my asscrack's dark is gone

I'll tune on stereo; type and grow the rest

As my faking worked out fine

My cookies reach me next

Till nine,

I wait

Vikara-bad! Nevermind! Telangana?!

Nevermind, a lorry with raw veggies and daddy in it

When it violates his all-India-permit, a sweet one,

Why did that 'babu namboodidi settan' give daddy, a sideseat?!

(c) Das


Editorial comment: Familiar ties by Das is a political poem of exile, exodus, and most importantly about being a refugee. But it is much more than that. It would be imprudent to give a summary of the same. Read the poem for your first, and try to look for the pain and angst in the nameless narrator (who might be a he or a she) for his father. These lines made us select this verse:

“Which state? Nevermind. Illiterate, puppet stuffed in pan masalas

Does this ever overturn into humanity's victory?

I don't give a damn. Daddy's getting home.”

-Nachi

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