Tuesday, July 03, 2007

my gift



i was a child
to my father
today, my father
is seeing me
from heaven
he is cursing
his fellows

i can hear
the beats
its not regular

i am asking
to the almighty
why i was born
to this world
which is created
by the same
sculptor
who had
created the
wax mansion
for "pandavas"

so many
'duswasnas'
are here
to testify
the strength
of my clothes

number of
"smarthans "
are here to
conduct trials
and reaching
their verdict
that i am
the worst
creature
in this world
for polluting
the puritans

father take
my clothes
and give that
to your fellows
ask them to
present their
girl child