Nafisa

Nafisa,

Heard you are leaving this city,

The city of temple

How happy I am to learn this

Because

You would have been more harassed

In this city

The city of temple

How I wish, I should accompany you

But I can’t

How do I tell you my agony?

It is the same old story all over again

Story of a Minister robbing his king

Nafisa ,

Do not get confused in that new city

Listen carefully to what I have to say

You may forget your way in that city

If you do, do not be disturbed

Because , all over there

All small lanes lead to main street

Do not believe in any

Philosophy of life, there

That men, there, may tell you.

Their philosophy is only meant

For talk.

Each and every man, there,

Makes his own philosophy

Of convenience

And leads his own life

Accordingly

They ,

The people,there,Nafisa

The monopolists of religion, there

Will l

Bow and salute to

Your curvaceous body

Your dark black

Your lips

But

Be cautious, Nafisa, there too,

as  of here,

people have two sets of teeth

one to display and other to eat

on the bounds of that city

you wait and listen

and proceed further only if you hear

from the tall minarets

voices of mullahs, loud and clear

but do not mix with the people, there

or else

you will suffer the same fate as here.

And tired, if you are

Do not hesitate to rest

Under the bodhi  tree.

Nafisa,

I’m, for time being, trying to

Sculpture the living images

With flesh and blood and bones

In this land of rocks and stones.