Collateral Damage

The Wild Horse

A faceless effigy
Hung from the light pole
Near the market
In front of the railway station.

It wore a garland
Of boots and chappals
It’s head hung in shame
Who’s wouldn’t?

Turn it around
You’d see, a sticker
Splashed in green with
A white waning moon and a star.

But, it had been dressed
In a plain white shirt
And brown trousers
The common man’s clothes.

©Darshana Mehta

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