Ashok Niyogi
A game we play
Just as we play with ourselves,
Sexual no doubt
If played with gorges and ravines,
Now they have these unbroken white lines,
But pay the police a hundred rupees
And they will testify you had gout.
I overtook one day
I overtook a child with firewood on his head
Torn shirt covered with sweat
Legs bandy from the weight
And I honked because he was in the way
I had to change gears in my air-conditioned car,
Now, is this fair?
