Sharbati Me

A man I am of many lies:
Some litchi whites, some amla grays,
Some kaala-khatta twilight skies,
But mostly blurred like Saturdays.

A man I am of many truths:
Some whole, some floured, some multigrained,
Some chakki-pressed like working youths,
But mostly kneaded like a friend.

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