I changed my clothes more than a month back
I wear an ivory white hand-embroidered kameez
Patches of grey have smudged the impressive garb
The sleeves are torn; the buttons fell loose long back
My damp breasts laid exposed
I have fastened the hem with a borrowed-pin.
My body exudes a pungent smell;
The curly soiled hair falls before the frightened eyes
I wipe my flowing nose with the arms of my kameez
My bare feet lay on a hot sunburned pitch-black road
Resting behind a police barricade on a boulevard,
my demented mind ceases to think amidst the deafening traffic.
I was declared schizophrenic in school
I wear an ivory white hand-embroidered kameez
Patches of grey have smudged the impressive garb
The sleeves are torn; the buttons fell loose long back
My damp breasts laid exposed
I have fastened the hem with a borrowed-pin.
My body exudes a pungent smell;
The curly soiled hair falls before the frightened eyes
I wipe my flowing nose with the arms of my kameez
My bare feet lay on a hot sunburned pitch-black road
Resting behind a police barricade on a boulevard,
my demented mind ceases to think amidst the deafening traffic.
I was declared schizophrenic in school
The lunatic head finally escaped the imagined wretchedness.
And you write again, thank you (on behalf of your readers) :)
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