उस रोज़ हवा तेज़ थी
हल्के से उनका दुपट्टा उड़ा
अगले दिन, वो यूं लाश मिली...
गुनहगार हवा थी या लौंडिया थी
ये मुद्दा ज़ोर पे था
पर सांस तो लेनी थी
सो सूली पर फिर वो निर्दोष छड़ी
The babe or the wind
The wind was blowing
And lightly removed her scarf
to find her next day
A corpse, covered in same cloth
The debate was heated
Was it the babe or the wind
Who is more corrupt
Who is to be blamed!
But as I have to breathe
I hung the babe
And killed her for the crime
