Dear Mr.CM

Dear Mr.CM, I too am an Indian. 

your bhakts constantly try to send me back to Pakistan,

but how can I go 'back' to a place I've never been to?

the 'Hindu' in the Hindustan might mislead you, and them,

but you forget that between the saffron and green, is a white

if criticising politicians like you, who sell out our nations,

makes me an anti-national in your eyes, so be it

But, Mr.CM, I still am an Indian. 

Mr.CM, when you can't protect your people, 

do cows really matter?

children are screaming for help, 

but you choose to turn away and go back 

to stoking your fires of hate,

and tending to your gaus instead. 

we were cracked at the seems, yes

we were fighting, yes

but we were still a family,

still a state

but then you came, bhakts blazing,

and bestowed us with communal bloodshed

underneath the saffron skies.

You seem to forget, that we're all Indian, Mr.CM. 

the only anti-national

the only traitor

is you.