Jhadsara

jhadsara
she sits with her head leaning back
eyes closed
she let’s herself fade away
only to reappear
in the morning
like the specter
of yesterday’s ghost
make what you want of it,
children
turn to the left or the right
you cannot escape your reflection
nor the day run away
from the night
jhadsara
I’ll find for you remnants
of laughter
quickly sewn from your tears
but until you discard
what you make of you
freedom will never be there
she tells me the wise ones
are watching
she tells me the constable cares
while the fishmonger’s son
in the village
is the only one
nobody scares
you have to be let down
jhadsara
must bereave
what you love the most
but you’ll only lose fear
of reflection
when you look through the eyes of
the ghost