Sunday, September 23, 2007

The Crawford Market

as a kid it was here
that i fishes cats
from captains shop bought
captain is dead
a good man
impeccable on the dot
his brother nusrat
from whom turtles
tortoise i bought
is now busy with
his karjat plot
times have changed
my child hood is gone
the rose dies
but leaves behind a thorn..
crawford market where
childish deams were born..
is turning vegetarian..
a municipal scorn..
bought up by the marwari traders
the past never to be reborn

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