At Tarnaka Crossroads
(from Avadha 1986)
We cannot count stars
standing at Tarnaka Crossroads.
On one side we have
Moula Ali gutta;
On the other,
Yadagiri gutta.
To choose between these two,
is really difficult.
Come in, sit down,
have a drink,
bite into mirchi bajjis,
resolve this dilemma
this, another, way,
calls out the toddy shop to us.
Here, it is darkness at noon.
Instead of stars
we have dim bulbs
twinkling weakly.
Easy to count.
But why tears
in your eyes?
Is it because of the fiery mirchi? Or
is it because of our still
unexpressed final decision?
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