Naach
Poetry
2 min readDec 9, 2020
“Naache hoke firki lattu, khoje apni dhuri re”
— Mann Kasturi Re, Masaan
Sand whirls twist in air — where will the birds fly?
A theory escapes midst dialogue — I look for my smell
How far do my feet span. I walk on the sky — and it becomes sand
— it becomes warm sand