The sun is rising,
dew held up in the blades of grass,
glisten marvellously
Pigeons are cooing,
girls are running,
boys are playing football,
elderly and wealthy are walking
to live long
Khenti is collecting cow dung
in a nylon bag, and
keeping her bag by her side,
she stretches, bends, jumps,
and twists and turns
her poorly sides
The fat girls are skipping,
hopping and dancing
to look smart to their boses,
people know
Why is Khenti copying them?
an anemic mother of two or four,
in a soiled sari, bare feet,
is she trying to lose her weight?
a rickety frame of bones,
or is she copying the girls
to learn the ways of the world?
