One night I had been burning my father,
Lifting from the makeshift green bamboo bier,
Seating and bathing near the small stream water
On the river-bed
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My mother was not,
But the asthi-kalasha was
Hanging near the near.
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It was broad daylight
And the sun was blazing hot over the country
With the panda-dana continuing in,
The conventional priest and the bald-headed clients
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An Indian God, Lord Ganesha sipping milk,
The spectacle extraordinary,
A feeling, really a feeling
Of the moment,
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Do you love your sister
Or has forgotten her?
Do you remember her
Or not,
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It darkened,
The birds started twittering
As if it were the evening,
The sun went down,
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It was the Rakshabandhan
And the small sister was waiting for the brother
To turn up,
When the brother comes, she will tie up a rakhi,
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I had a desire of becoming a man since long,
But sorry to say,
I could not be
What I had wanted,
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In the goggles everyone looks like
A hero or a heroine
Even if you are not a cine star or artiste,
A drama school boy or girl,
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The crow is crowing,
Perhaps some Indian guest will come.
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