- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
So what? I bought it from the mart That sells off the clothes Once worn by the poor folks, Now dead, them, in better place, Yeah, yeah, with a loving God! This oversized overcoat Protects me and my little-ones — Yeah, we all huddle inside its cavernous folds — The large home for a famished family Of five, each taking turns in the cold Of New Delhi and somehow, lucky to survive Each long-dark night on the footpath, Yeah, the streets are mean and violent, madam-ji-sir-ji, But we all carry bats to ward the wolves off And, Saab-ji! One sec only, Will our pictures come in tomorrow’s paper? Will the Sarkar shoot us for that? Bit scared! But it matters not The overcoat, discounted, is the best Buy before the Christmas-New Year for us all.