Filmy Villain
The Bombayan villain
With the toy pistol
In his hand
And a colourful sherbet bottle
Dancing on the stage
With the drama party
And the mujra
And my son
In imitation
Turning into
A real life villain.
The Bauls
The saffronite Bauls
With the ektara in the hands
And the ghunghoos in their legs
Stringing, dancing and singing
Baul songs breaking with nirguna notes
Reminding of the journey which it lies ahead of.
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