Nazar

Come here, bangaram.
Let me brush my fingers
on your temples, like I do the
holy stone feet of Lakshmi,
and take away the unkind eyes.
Yes, the gazes that are stuck to you.
Noisy mosquitoes eager to
nourish themselves but leave you
bereft.
I can take them away.
With just my fingers, bangaram.
I can take them and curl them
into my knuckles and
pop them all away.
Burst it all into the air.
Focus on my careful soft touch.
Hear the hate burst away.
Focus on the silent love.
Hear the loud dissipate.