Why are you so late?
Were the streets crowded?
I am a bit late too
All the streets had gaping holes in them.
Why were there so many people on the streets?
Was it a cortege? Who died this time?
Yogo went just the other day
He just ran, never coming back.
One after the other, Shankar, Bimal.
Only the ones we need are the ones who run away.
Towards the faraway sea
Just like the dark Nuliya divers go, towards oblivion.
More will go, we will too.
Death comes and goes frequently these days
Like a stepped up train service in the suburbs.
What kind of death would you like?
Me? Cerebral?
Did I anger you with this talk of death?
Let us not talk about that topic then
Let’s discuss life instead.
Why is your chin so shadowed?
Were you in the dark?
Why is my forehead beaded with sweat?
I was in the sun.
Why haven’t you worn a teep
today?
I haven’t worn my panjabi
today.
Why is your hair messed up?
Were you caught in a storm?
Why is there blood in my hair?
There was lightning.
There is a storm every day lately.
Trees fall, sometimes even lamp posts
People too, like birds torn in half
Fall in the ditches.
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
I smell the blood of a human, yum!
Did I anger you with this talk of storms?
Let us not talk about storms then
Let’s discuss life instead.
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