What can I do,

in a Koramangala room,

to celebrate freedom?

My bosses at work,

have sent us a message,

on the idea of India,

and freedom economic.

My friends in Law and Politics,

have written notes,

on being free of hate.

They are all visionaries,

and I, a lover instead,

and maybe, perhaps, a poet,

depending on the liberties, I take,

like yesterday, today,

will sit on my bed,

and read, shit and masturbate.

And rejoice at the freedom I have,

to love you, and then,

love you again,

today, tomorrow, and the day after it.