A Poem and Some Prose
Mutton Bhakri Workers frustrated with their bosses Alcoholic husbands He who will have his first drink I do not judge. I welcome all. The Jain who has developed a taste for chicken lollypop The brahmin who loves mutton rassa The student whose mom has warned him – today is Tuesday I serve without reservation. The criminal who sits beside the policeman The farmer, who sits on the table behind the saheb The ‘decent’ middle-class man brings his unemployed friend I equalize. I provide the habitual his relief. I provide the occasional his celebration. I slake the trucker and the traveller of their hunger and thirst. I am the bar on the highway. I am the ‘basuya’ outside the city. ------------------------ Letters When one writes a letter, a bit of one’s soul transfers from the vein into the ink to blot the paper. This piece of soul, torn asunder by the emotions which make one write the letter pollutes the paper, more and more with each letter, word, sentence. And this p