Those Who Knew Me

Those who knew me—no one lives in the neighborhood anymore
Play danguli or whistle with lips, those who knew me
no one lives anymore, not everyone’s life goes same
Probably all know or no one knows at all

Heard the name? Rustom, who could knock one down
enough to forget dad’s name, was from our locality
and broke his few teeth in a rowdy danguli game. 
A nightmare ruined sleep. Mum said not to go out anymore

Those who knew me—no one lives in the neighborhood anymore
Women gave charming, lopsided looks through the window, curly hair 
The air stopped blowing.  Walk away my boy, I say 
The fire’s gone out; has he really forgotten the painful memories, too?

Those who knew me—no one lives in the neighborhood anymore
Move away of the road; jackals, one or two, might get crushed under feet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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