Seventy-four years have passed
The mother has become two hundred crores
I also became a mother but not physically
--Dog!
The dogs are lying next to me
It is groaning in the winter
I am also groaning - in an unfed-half-naked body
Dusty path-square-brigade-station!
When all the mothers in the world
The world sees glittering clothes
Then all the men of the world looked at me in amazement
On the dusty path-square-brigade-station.
Mine then
The whistle of the station touches the starving-half-naked body,
Brigade meeting and square fair!
Even seventy-four years before independence
I was watching and still reading
Dusty Road-Square-Brigade-Station ----
My naked body
When the wound is in the eyes of a man
Then the youth of eighteen went to the brothel
Seven-by-seven-foot suffocating light-airless room ------
(Although the rest is written in the diary, I could not write due to special reasons)
--- "Seventy-four years of independence" ----
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