Dear wife of Prithu,
Do you feel any different now
From those days when you fell at those lotus feet,
Complaining about all the vile kings
Who exploited you
Once the crown was the law
Now the law tries to be the crown
But both coated with
A sprinkle of loopholes and
A layer of dubious personality
The battlefield is twittering
And warheads are
Ones and zeroes
Like King Prithu chased you,
And you ran in the form of a cow,
Until he milked you
And impressed you enough
That you took your name from him
You'll be milked again
To salvation or death,
Both arms of peace.
~Ajay
30/11/17
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/N- Wife of Prithu is prithvi-the earth
