Head Scarf Poem by Dibakar Purkayastha

Sky covered it's face with a head scarf
When dark cloud thundered
All birds are chirping on the terrace
And dilapidated wall next is about to fall;
I try to repair the wall with a mixure of saffron paste.

The owner of house in deep sleep
behind his locked door
I failed to unbolt the same
and when the old wall crushed down
I found myself naked in the midst of everything could cover my shame with a head scarf only.