gulab khandelwal selected poems

I am tired of running in these dusty lanes;
All my toys have become rusty and useless.
My soles are pierced with thorns,
My clothes are rags.
Whom should I ask to take me to my father,
Carrying me on his shoulders,
So that I may get a new outfit ?

I don’t know,
Why people fear so much
The arrival of the tailor,
Of being dressed in new garments
In place of the old.