I bought it because
Number one excuse
The shopkeeper
In that hutment there
Reminded me of a cousin
Who I vividly remember
The chap did nothing
The whole day, ever
But he spoke kindly
With his arms spindly
His teeth with paan stain
Sigh , don't try in vain
To comprehend my reasons
As to why I bought the mud
Pot , meant to feed bird (s)
It leaks . Even the chaps sons
In confiding whispers, told me so
But he looked so much like dadu
I can understand when it beats u
How a man in dhoti cheats me , oh
That another woman in a white saree
Smiling in all her toothless glee
At my apparent gullibility
When I let her give me , almost for free
Two rotten gourds , which she lugged
All the way from her stone age hut
I felt my grandmother , as she hugged
Me .Her breath of cloves and betel nut
I can't begin to explain
The smell of familiar pain
Of my village-y yesteryears ,
All scraped afresh , it appears
Not sounding like Celine Dion
But it's all returning ,coming
Haunting me ,
Taunting me
For I, who went farthest
Climbing the hills highest
Crossed rivers at their widest
At heart, remained the closest.
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