The pain on my spine has increased
towards the surface of my tanned back.

Along with the inflation.

Coming home to saag & paratha,
made by my 12 year old gurriya.

I wish there was a cure for my wifes breathing.

I lay onto the family charpoy,
staring onto the tin ceiling foundationed by mud
with my widow eyes.

Azaan cries,
I rise.