After Pokhran

and India’s announcement as a nuclear state

Let the grass live. No war has it ever made.
Let the sun shine on Nature’s tenderest blade.

One room, one roof is all. Let us not try
to rip the breath-taking canvas of the sky.

Let the small hands of children always grow
in Nature’s strength, however much they know,

nor ever be too powerful to be weak.
After Pokhran I can scarcely speak.

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