My address

Today, I wiped off the house-number
on my door,
erased the name of my street, and more,
wherever I found signs giving people directions,
I rubbed them clean,
but if you still somehow mean
to find me,
knock on every door, in every street,
of every city and country – keep guessing,
this is a curse, this is a blessing – roam,
and wherever you’ll find a free spirit,
know, that is my home.

(from Amrita Pritam’s ‘Mera Pata’)
(trans Akhil Katyal)