Hindi Medium?

 Hindi Medium?

- By Daiemah Malik


I stand in midst of a Chawl,

People ready to kill for a rigged shawl.

But from where I come from: they want to beat,

The elite.

Where education is an industry;

yet another capitalist mystery.

Yes, I live in a land where you are considered a freak;

If the colonizer’s tongue is what you don’t speak.

For some, poverty is a mere concept that needs to be explained,

For others, a harsh reality that is engraved.


They say they’ll soon find a new world to extort:

But standing here, I see the fall of multiple worlds at different rates of course.

The first world has a grand view from the manor in Vasant Vihar;

But that was never all glamorous dresses and pricy tags were indeed the ‘need’,

The second world is the fight of the fittest to serve none but the mall;

But here in this third world of Bharat Nagar their lives and breeds disease, hunger and hope.

Here, People strive for water;

They work endless hours for feeding their newborn;

Just so we encroach their future in want of our pricy tags

How is it so different after all?

Who is to blame?

The poor; the elite or the ones who proclaimed they‘ll put an end to all?

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