do not go gentle
but go
kneeling if necessary
standing tall
walking curiously into the hall
where chocolate pie with whipped cream
was the dessert of a three-course dream
and of course the hotel was filled with light
defying
the dying
although the tea was several hours old
and served cold
by Rushdie and the staff
who brought ice water in a tall carafe
while wearing masks
near the fountains of the Taj Mahal.
the conversation was about the human race and ruin
not what simpletons were or were not doing
and two bottles of red wine loosened the tongue
of the old and the young
seated at a busy table counting spoons
between birthday balloons
fleeing the scene
before any desperate group became obscene
or too much whisky was poured
and some martyr brandished a sword
bashing Modi and the Nationalists
charting the rise of crushing Covid deaths
between sips of hospital oxygen and gasping breaths:
the question of the hour balanced on every lip,
but no one let it slip.
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