Remember that old mound
on which we used to
burn bonfires as children?
while ecstatically singing
'Jum Jum Naar
Az Batwaar' -
in early celebrations
of the upcoming Sunday,
and all those ones yet to come?
That mound, I hear, is no more:
is flattened and
on it rests a house.
They say a hearth
stands exactly on
the same spot.
However,
on weekends now
nothing burns there
except happiness.
