जल कतक रेणु न्यायः
The light on the window sums it up:
This is the year of drought in the city—
Days are endless as the land endures the heat.
Buildings bare sockets, hardly dent the glare
Of the sun harsh on stumps of shrubs, moving
Vehicles:
The river of lives dry and ache of thirst.
At noon after hours of rest, the spring gurgles a diamond stud
Of water. My mother covers her head with the mulmul
Saree, scrapes
The bottom of the well,
Soundless so
The rocks don’t hear the pot,
Relent a spoonful, cloudy and honey-stained.
The palms ridged by industry
Fills with the resin
From clearing nuts. The paste mixed in the muddy water:
A lesson in the amalgamation of science & spiritualism.
My Garden 