
The Protector is the Predator
The one who stitches is the one who tears,
the one who adorns is the one who burns.

The one who stitches is the one who tears,
the one who adorns is the one who burns.

I walk to the cropping field every day
Its grasses, creepers, crops, and clay-land are my dear ones.
It smells fragrant in my breathing,

A poem depicting the strength of unity to overcome the tragedies and existential crises of the poor like Garibullah.

It attests to the duplicity of the men of a particular community who, after getting established, forget their past.