Besan Ka Halwa

Sweaters Knit by mother  Stuck to my chest  Every winter Like a tight embrace,  But it was the worn out  Jackets of father  Loose along my arms  That fit me Perfectly. - V.G. Haraf

'DOGMATITANIC' They both set sail  On an argument  Over who invented- The boat,  And drowned- Not knowing  How to swim. -VG Haraf