(Translated from the Marathi by Sachin Ketkar.)
Like defeated soldiers
Returning to their camps
People return to their homes
Women hatch homes
Even when children
Who are pretty smart when they are young
Turn slaves like Aesop
With the placenta of conformity
Turning into ball and chain
Everyone falls asleep noiselessly
In the arms of their personal sorrows
House after house
City after city
Country after country
Fall into the hypnotic somnolence
Only obeying the orders of the questions
And the ape of the future
Bares its teeth
Beats its chest
Jumps
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