CHARLATAN

Nation smolder

Ashes of burning blaze  

Swathe the sky,

Each twirls their eyes along

Lays jaw down the lid

Scrutiny to persecution in silence

This confer me with soreness

Any issue held to them

Words pull in rear to an aching reply

“This is India, nothing can be done”

End before start

My lexis to them

India ought not to have you.