She's dressed in green
darker shade
a red blot
blood red
is carvedon her wrinkled forehead
her eyes stare wideat you
her masculine arms
spread wide at you
the end of her saree
between them'Aaicha jogavaa de'
alms in the name of Mother
she blurts out in voice
thicker than yours
you are tempted to look at her
closely
her gunny
bag hair
look patted over the head
and her cheeks
show reminants of a stubble
shaved early in the morning
she repeats
'Aaicha jogava de'
alms in the name of mother
you turn a deaf year
no change lady!!!
she frowns
'you'll be born
in my sect
in your next life'
she curses
what are we anyways???
You ask yourself
and look around.