When We Are Killed Poem by Arvind Srivastava

When we are weaving
Some beautiful dream
Coming very close to you
Will be sharing intimacy
Will be composing poems
Will be on love and naked language

Only then will all the dictators of the world rise together

On whose orders
The killers will load their weapons with gunpowder
And the sniffer dogs
Will sniff this earth and find us
We will be killed for the crime of dreaming
Some soft and tender dreams

When we are killed
Then perhaps the child
Who used to get toffees in return for delivering our letters
Will cry the most for us.

© Arvind Srivastava, Bihar, INDIA