In the darkness of the willows….

As I shroud myself….

I hear the widow howl again…

Beating her chest…as the mayhem increases

As the clinking of the copper in the nearby platter doubles

The desire multiplies….& death is awaited

We all gather to die once again….

Me….as a fugitive…

The ailing body…for relief

She for life...

We all await...

Rudaali ( Professional Mourner)...