Bhimrao Meshram liked Sandhya Deshpande
Very fond of her he is
So he said
While going to Kashi, for an interview,
He met her,and he says
She pressed my hand affectionately
***
Then he wandered on the banks
Of holy Ganges
Through the convention of
Vishwa Hindu Parishad
And together we were in a choultry
After stroll through the temples of Kashi
Sandhya used to talk, very confidently
In very clear language
In no uncertain terms
About Hindu Gods and their stories
Stupid and misciveous
And in the late hours of night
When the darkness prevailed
She used to slide and come closer to me
Her hot lips, delicate and sexy
Were on my neck
And a peculiar pungent odour of
Her body
Odour of pure ghee
***
And Bhima Meshram went on telling us
Very confidently:
Even now I go to her house
When her father and brother
Go out wearing loose khakhi trunks
And when Sandhya starts worship of the Linga
Or pindi of Lord Shankara
***
She smiles on seeing me
A smile that of Shobha Joshi
After we chat a little
She kisses me on my lips
A kiss, long and sloppy
Those very lips which have shouted
Slogans of renaming
Marathawada University
After Dr.Babasaheb Ambedkar
***
When I get ready to depart
Sandhya is always moving her tounge
On her lips
The enigma of that glass tumbler
Kept for washing
And of that tounge of hers
Moving on her lips
Still remains unsolved for me
***
But let it be as it may
While on my way back home from her
There is always a hammering on my brain
A continuous persistent ringing
A warning sound of Dr.Babasaheb Ambedkar
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