By Manu Kant
You don’t cry
when the bourgeois state
puts your loved ones to death.
I didn’t become emotional.
I am sure neither the teenage son of Afzal cried.
I am sure Tabassum didn’t cry.
You either erupt in a spontaneous revolt
and wage an unremitting battle until the victory
or you just become stock-still
turn your thoughts into a grand memorial
to the departed one.
I didn’t cry.
Perhaps, I had no reason to cry.
Afzal Guru was a Kashmiri
and I am from India.
Afzal Guru was a Muslim by faith
and I was