The smell of hellpit
Used to dog me
to my school
Below the sun umbrella
It would descend
Barefooted
In the hellpit.
She would
Wet
The animal skin
In salt and water
And cleanse it
with her dead feet
As a reward
She would bring
For me
Pieces of meat.
Even today
Before I leave for my office
When I shine my shoes
With cherry blossom
In its shining
I see my mother’s face.
The smell of hellpit
Dogs me to my office.
From ‘Pencil aur doosri nazmein’
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