Pickle Loving Girl

Dogs of your lane

Are so protective of you

Bark at me day or night

The lady with papaya face

Throws waste water from

Her house window

Whenever I happen to cross

An old aunty peels green mangoes

Left to dry for pickle

Mango pickle - you loved so much

The police constable

Twirls his moustaches

Whenever I walk past his home

To sit on the wooden bench

Of a tea shop owner

At your corner

He knows me by face

And offers me tea

Even when I miss my wallet

People at tea shop

Upon learning that

I am looking for pickle loving girl

Discourage me not to pursue

Telling me that some pickle-seller

May trap, if not already, her for life

The papaya face lady, i haven't 

Seen in a while

Old lady coughs inside her home

I steal a piece of dried green mango

The police constable catches me

And quizzes me on my constant 

Presence in your neighborhood

It’s not tough to convince him

A 20 rupees note disappears from

My pocket

This is high time

Please!

You should come out

At least once

Now

Now when dogs of your lane

Have stopped barking at me