Soot? fills this chasm I call home...................................Amongst dust swept rooms
Dreams? of better life........................................Content with the joy in lil misgivings
Tenant? of the outside world............The open tenements, the threshold, the treasure
Assets? are all material to me................ An asset I am to the shop round the corner
My religion? a myth to salvage my soul.........My soul at liberty to the ones I serve
Profession? my faith in brewing that tea.......Men, women, eunuchs, the paanwala,
devotees...all friends to me
My language? multi. desi and firangi............... Lessons visitors schooled me over a
piyali of tea
Forteller? my garb can be misleading...............Open long flowing hair attenuates the
madness of Da Vinci in me
Romatic? my life is patterned in passion..........Love this tin roof, this broken kettle,
the stained walls, the open hearth.
Its all home to me....
.......My home where I lived and that will outlive me.
The television set still screams the score for me.
1 comment:
Can feel how you would have felt when u saw all that girl! I really can! :)
This is infact the true state of our country...'n this is what we need to address!! These are the people whose voices must be heard!
Good piece there! :)
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