Identity……… in the city
I saw my son
Walking at random
Running back to home from school
Swinging his school bag up in the empty air
Screaming and giggling banged the door.
Papa, papa- can you tell me one thing?
Who are santhals?
I gazed and gave estranged look.
Yes, daddy. Common! You know.
I paused and breathed enough
To control my cough.
The question is really tough.
My wife rescued me.-
Kiya hua beta- edhar aw
Mammy, mammy tell Na
Kiya?- asked my wife?
Who are santhals?
My good looking wife
Started melting like a candle
How to handle.
She looked up to me
And I too her
By the time son has gone so far.
I run behind my son.
Common wait a minute
Listen to me dear.
I hold his both hands
Drew him close to my chest
And kissed him on his tender cheeks.
I am santhals.
Your mother is santhals.
You are santhals.
No? You are bluffing -dad?
You are lying.
Santhals have bows and arrows in their houses.
We have TV, freeze ,cars and computer.
They sing and dance told our teacher.
They even play flute.
Tears rolled down on my cheeks
Automatically within a fraction of time.
Hie! You are crying Dad.
It is alright, I believe you.
You do not have to cry.
I will come back from the games, teach me how to sing and dance.
I turned back to my wife
Whose eyes were filled with tears?
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