So, as Nam lay in my lap nursing to sleep, I typed this out with my right hand:
I am from Ranchi,
I’m named after a Russian.
I am from Pakistan, which was then India,
I am from the border village which is now rubble.
I am a Qawwali, sung in Punjabi,
I am an Awadhi song, sung by a Punjabi.
I am a dupatta,
you can see through me,
I am the breast
that puts baby to sleep.
I am from Him,
I live with them.
They are from Him,
so He can get some rest.