Morzina Farsa Leekly,
Jute look.
Slightly distorted brain.
Dusty shirts of the state,
Black in the dark dirt
Salwar kameez
There are no barriers.
A piece of the moon hangs
Armpits!
Turning to the store.
Displaced.
In the hotel stale rice bread
Divya continues to stomach.
The houses of the Water Development Board were once crowded with residents, officers and employees
It was great. Now the haunted house.
One of their porches,
The family is his.
A tin stove, a steel, a dish, a mug, a pot.
There are blanket kantha, two
Charikhan.
Children of God -
The 'light' swings across the lap.
Margina happily forgets the sadness,
The family lives in order
In the rhythm of time.