If by Jared Angira

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a squirre

l crosses my way

while on a trip

then luck is mine

but when it’s a cheetah

or wild cat that crosses there

I turn and go back.

I knock my right foot on stone

while on a trip

I melt in joy

since I shall be overfed

but when it’s the left

I turn and go back.

I slip in my shirt

the inside coming out

I jump in merriment

for I shall be overfed.

the first being

I meet in the feeble dawn

is an old woman

I turn to my blanket

it’s all ill luck

I dream my relative dead

in midst of sweet slumbers

I wake in joy

knowing he’s overfed

the previous night

and if I dream I am dead

I rejoice

for growing an inch.

and if I dream

of my ideal girl

then I lose hope

the answer is no.

I wake up in the morning

and find my teeth shaking

and loose

surely I know

they went eating excreta

while soul courted in fairyland.

A hen crows

it must be killed

bad omen

a dog howls

instead of barking

the village owner

is at death’s door

and if I walk on my head

then I am dead.