Land Line

How easy it is dear,

Once you write off your land,

You can have any imported four-wheeler

Stand right at your door,

Have exorbitant acquisitions come home

Money can make anyone dance...

You can dress anyone in gold and silver.

Show off as a cent-minister

But my dear, will you hand over your heart to the system,

That extracts your mother’s heart?

You are right nonetheless...

There are no landlines anyway...

—Kalpana Dudhal