The absent are present everywhere
I cannot look at the rain without
Thinking of you looking at it
From wherever you are
Singing an impromptu paen
The unseen bird cannot hide his love
Keeps calling out to the unseen mate
A former workplace turns into a maze
In a recurrent morning dream
The hawker uses a recorded voice
That could well be his daughter's
The great leader in blue suit
Still calls out the fascists in disguise
What happened to the code of honour
Not to lay a finger on women or children?
Manu reappears, as patriarchal as ever
Everytime a woman is dishonored
Evil lies restless in every head
Whispering for lines to be crossed
For the other to be birthed,
For Eden to be breached.
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