Cchu mantar Kali,
Kali hain Calcuttawalli,
We as a child used to hear,
See the magician,
Indian magician performing
In our boyhood
And he rubbing dust over a skull
And it turning into red vermillion
And he smearing a tikka on the forehead of us
And vanishing it thereafter
And the audience around in a circular periphery
Clapping to see him perform.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem