And I was,
Was
Passing by,
Passing by,
Crossing over to,
Crossing over the forest,
The forest tract.
There was silence all around,
All around the place
Scenic and landscapic
With the trees,
Trees
And wild greenery
Running amok,
Mesmerizing it all
And,
And I was,
Going,
Going it all alone,
Covering the distance,
Distance,
Crossing,
Crossing over the stretch,
Stretch of plot.
Knows it,My pain,PainOnly God,God knows itAnd how,How much pained am I,Am I at heart,You do not,Do not knowNor,Nor did you care,Care to know about!
The wordThat hear I,Keep I hearing all around,It’s lockdown,Lockdown,Come you masked,Distancing sociallyAnd physically.But none saying it,When will the locksBe opened,The lockdown will comeTo a close,Living under changedSituations of lifeWhen things have changedDrastically!
When I saw a maiden in the burkhaIn the hijab,In the naqabWith the latticeShe peeping out,She smiling,Waving atAnd I going my wayIn a qawwallana andaz.Burkhawalli se pyaar,Love with a burqa-clad mistress,Say you love me?
That I can’t believe.
The crows crowing,Moving here and there,Flying for food and waterIn the countryside nondescript villageOf a few mud-built housesWhile the pinda-dana ceremony going on,The ritual in full swing,The karta doing lriya-karma,The purohita making him do,Asking for dana and dakshina,Clothes, beddings, cot, slippers, umbrella,Cereals, utensils, umbrella, fan and other,But the crows crowing on the either side,Crowing for…
And Mr.Conservative the grand dad.
