Them
(from Mukhamukhi 1978)
He had a number of wives, no?
What happened to them?
Oh, them?
Some of them went back to
their hometowns. They sought shelter from
others.
Some started stringing garlands,
selling them at Charminar.
The dust of the old city lies on all the
flowers.
Some of them became dancers.
They blushed when touched.
They truly fell in love.
They sang in different ways to
different people.
As they passed on by and by,
nobody built their graves.
And some of them became endless
lanes.
The ones you walk on,
The ones you search for.
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