(1)
Feriwala
All items kept inside
My sin, virtue, fascination,
Deception, death and liberation
Suffocated inside a small bag
I forgot, also my mere love and affection.
Before I return
I have to sell everything
Cheaper than ever
Before this evening.
Despite denied by you always
A super skeptical buyer.
It is not you but written in my destiny
Feriwala is always a loss maker
Returns always with empty hands
Does not know how to be a good seller.
(2)
Hey God!
If I would know
Our village potter
Could create anything
Like different clay-pots.
Our village blacksmith
Could turn anything to any shape
Like a shovel or a sword with his hammer.
Then I would not cry always,
everywhere I Would not die always.
After your death
Would not jump hell to heaven
To search you and find you again.
(3)
Still You Fall in love!
I have seen in your eyes
Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
Fagu and faguna,
Revenge of karubaki,
Terror of America
in the bumps of your body.
Still you fall in love
Being pregnant and be a mother
Bless everyone to live in peace
And be a so-called peace maker
People also praise you
sometimes as a magical mediator.
Issue 92 (Jul-Aug 2020)