On Marking the Burkhawalli Mistress

a poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

It seemed
As if the moon played hide and seek
With the dark clouds
It seemed
On marking,
Marking the burkhawalli,
The burkhawalli mistress.

The young girl
I peeped into just through the window
Though I should not have into anybody’s house,
I glanced through the lattices
The young maiden,
The beauty queen
Whom I thought of bringing home.

Burkhawalli
My love.