You threatened the guests
in your own house,
I kept quiet.
You stalled their shootings,
I kept quiet.
You vandalized their sets,
I kept quiet.
A few asked,
“Are you from Rajasthan.
Must be supporting this barbarism?”
I kept quiet.
“Are you a Rajput?”
“No.”
“Then you can talk.”
I kept quiet.
You threatened to cut her nose.
I couldn’t keep quiet.
You rallied against innocent people.
I screamed.
You gave death threats,
I bawled in moist eyes.
What did you do to my home?
You hung a body with a threat note.
And that’s when,
You lost your people.
Fighting for an honor in a film,
You lost one in reality.
Your ancestors,
For whom you created this
Entire façade,
Wouldn’t wanted it to go,
Down your ‘Royal History’.
In this process of removing an ‘i’,
You lost your people.
You lost me,
You lost.
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