LIZARD
The lizard and the frog
stare.
Who is aware
if, in their purview,
I am a worm, insect or genie?
The suds of Chandrika soap
look on with difficulty
at my body
wiggling like a bug
in the lizard's mouth.
Underclothes hanging
on the clothesline
sway in the wind.
Grabbing the shadow
spreading on the water
in the trough
with a quick leap,
the frog jumps out.
Unable to bear
the heat of the Sun
and the sultriness
of memories,
how many times
does one bathe
and get out?
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Chandrika Soap: A very popular brand of toilet soap.
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