Like my mommy in a sabzee mandi or She walking through
a busy street
Where mom's face would beam with reflections of
Red, green, yellow, orange and beige making me link a
relationship between her and sun. Colours too frequently
changing to record
Then around the same time, one night on my terrace, I saw
this man with two animal ears stooping from each side of
his head
Sitting on a wooden chair; sombre, silent, immobile. As my
elder sister pointed at him. And asked me to hush!
"Hush, doll, hush", she said
It came to eat you, this ghost
If you wouldn't sit still. And frigid I sat there for an entire
night
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