“Mother don’t please Don’t cut off the sunlight with your saree spread across sky blanching life’s green leaves” “Don’t say : You’re seventeen already flash sari in street make eyes at passers-by be a tomboy riding winds“ play that tune again That mother her mother and had played on snake-charmer’s flute into ears of nitwits like me. I’m just spreading my hood. I’ll sink fangs someone lose venom. Let go way.”