I was in the
market searching for honey
one shopkeeper said honey- no
we have
syrups -
no- no - no I want
honey -
sorry.
I asked another shopkeeper,
do you have
honey
yes mam, he
placed a bottle of
Dabur honey
on the counter.
I said no, I
need honey
which drips
in the air
sweetens
life, elevates the moon
to run after
butterflies like school kids
I want a
lonely flower enjoying
the company
of her lover bee
resonating
the air with the hum of hymns.
The shopkeeper
looked at me
holding two
other bottles
we have
Baidyanath and also Ramdev.
Thank you,
but I don't need
this honey
which cures cough
I want honey
to purge my soul
of the
billion indignities
which you
hurl at us
my
contaminated soul searches
for the
honeydew,
do you have - anyone?
Sabita Sahu
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