It was pleasant the sun was mild
the breeze gentle a man on foot
could have carried on for miles
without trouble
All this was a misnomer though
When Shuklaji walking beside me
could take it no more
he said:
I think it’s high time now
we dropped a nuclear-bomb
on Islamabad.
(Islamabad)
Translated from the Hindi by Samartha Vashishtha
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