In the morning she was with a broom ;
The shards were spread all over the room
She have to rethink " kids are boon or bane"
They broke yet another pot ..in turn her dreams.
She took the shiro* from the pot,
Then it was acting as a kitchen.
It was too smelling to hide......
And made a seiche* of fragrance in the chawl* .
She saw a lot of of people were coming
She have to devide "five to five thousand"
Suddenly it changed to a dining hall...
Fate seized the dish and gave to many!
She tried to catch her kids with-
A cup and soap; then it was a bathroom!
They had been pasting..the soap and oil-
In and all over the room ; she was restless.
The murky day - made the room dark,
She walked hither and thither....
Dreaming about a home ..of sunny, calm,
Not crowded...and having a seperate kitchen!!
The fact of neighbour girl's marrige haunted her,
They were hilarious..but she never!
For a long , terrying one week-
They took the big room as their bed room!!
She was scared about the coming days ,
A whole week they would be in a smaller one
She thought about a deluge of marriages...
Which would wipe out them forever!!!
She compared her childhood with her kids
and found no difference at all.....
She realised that this is a trap in life
God can only save them from this...!
Bad dreams had fluttered in her sleep...
She liked to flee from that ugly place,
She prayed to god everyday...in dawn and dusk!
To shift them to a calm place....having a seperate....
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God received her request very quickly..
Al had been tranferred to a big calm place..
Even the whole chawls..had been displaced!
Still i don't know ..there was a seperate kitchen or not.......!!!
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1000 S OF PEOPLE KILLED
CHAWLS HAVE COMPLEATELY WASHED OUT!!!!!!!!
perhaps this might have the end of chawls....my poem too!!!
*chawl-----thickly populated houses..where one is divided to many
*shiro------- a gujrathi sweet dish
*sieche----- waves
