It is time to harvest
Beeping sounds at
Polling booths
Warmed handshakes
Porcelain smiles
Wafts of change
Time to shear
The goats of scape
Fed with rotten things
Once frolicking
In slums of universities
Smugness implored
At inebriated dens
Sheared for a cashmere scarf
To muffle them forever.
~Amol Narayanrao Jadhao
Pune, India