Poem: Maliana Sarbpreet Singh The River Hindon, A tired trickle That flows in the heart of Hindustan. Not Ganga- holy Or Bhramaputra- angry Just dark dirty water That flows too close To the shining Seat of power. Narpat the sweeper Works up a sweat Helping skinless bodies, That bleed green blood, Through saffron bullet holes, Flow far from curious eyes. Sarbpreet Singh June 2002 This issue: Table of Contents Feedback: Tell us what you think of this article Manushi content is reproduced on India Together with permission. Click here to visit the Manushi home page