Chudidars
From five year old to fifty year mold
it is the most preferred mode
piercing unto the village mobs
misshape features go hiding under this robe
neck to knee, a one sheet shutter
kabuli pants for magnum thigh and buttocks
loose fitting free size easy wear sacks
nested in safety, their movements are unfettered
full-drawn curtains over high power grids
teasing eyes can have no happy raids
sun shine is barred inside the chambers
faces of soldiers, roaming in Armour
The blouse and saree with limited windows
can have a telling story of its own
even while on your deepest dreams
chudidars have no place - and such is our culture
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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