In winters
a woman
arrives in city
She walks house to house
door to door
Claiming to be a Hindu
a Pandit
driven
Out she asks for money
For Poor Children.
To Feed.
a woman
arrives in city
She walks house to house
door to door
Claiming to be a Hindu
a Pandit
driven
Out she asks for money
For Poor Children.
To Feed.
On some days
People
some they pay
But not before they hear
a sad story or two
Then on some days
she runs into
some other Kashmiris
In their offices, apartments and bungalows
‘But how can that be!’
They exclaim.
They think.
‘It happened wayback in 90s.’
And so they ask her
for a proof
Now, if you be a pandit
sing us a leela
in Kashmiri, if you can
any shall do.
The woman
taking a deep breath
holds it for a minute or two
and then bursts croaking
Shiva Shiva Shiva
Shiva Shiva Shiva
Shiva Shiva Shiva
