Child, Go Home
Child, go home.
Your home is nowhere?
Then go back to the womb.
No mother's womb?
Go to father's semen.
Your father is nowhere?
Go to mum's tubes.
Is the egg there barren?
Then, little one, flow away
in her menstrual blood
just as her longing
goes down the drain -
go that way too.
Let the girl be.
Child, go home.
Poems from Ek din lautegi larki (One day the girl will return).
Child, Go Home
Child, go home
You have no home?
Then go back to the womb
No mother's womb?
Go to your father's seed.
Your father is nowhere?
Go to your mother's womb
The womb's egg is barren?
Then little one flow away
In her menstrual blood
Just as her
Desire goes down the latrine
You too go
Free the girl now
Child, go home.