The family members,
Mother, father,
Brother, sister,
Wife,
Daughter, son
And poetry to him
An album,
A photo album
Of family members
And he opening the pages
Of the memoir.
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Badarwalla,
ComingWith the monkeysRed-mouthed monkeysTo make them play,Play the bridal story,The male monkey playingThe role of bridegroomGoing to marryAnd the female monkey sulking,Bandarwalla powderingThe face of the monkeyWith dustTo look handsome-handsomeAnd sounding the damruSinging a bridal songAnd the male bandar roundingAnd roundingWith the rope tied aroundHis neck.
My exit-
But will my texts remain here?