She's musing on life, death and karmic debt
or meditating or perhaps hallucinating
she sees clouds sailing in the sky
she extends her arms to embrace them
water vapors for her vaporous thoughts
a nightingale flies past lamenting its lost love
she's now deeper into her mind
she sees the spirits born and dead
and yet waiting to be born
out of the vast blue sky
that once was a barren land or
a salt sea or almost nothing
clouds embrace her and take her
higher and higher towards heaven
while she's sinking deeper
and deeper into foolish musings:
she once was a star, a tree, tall
grass by a dry river and now
a lonely celebrity, going crazy
suddenly her dog chases her cat
that leapt over to catch a rat
enjoying the offering of prashad
she left at Ganesha's feet in the
worship room, stinking with
smoldering jasmine and rose
incense-sticks, near her lonely bed
room where on the wall facing her
bed head-stand, hangs a photo of her
bearded husband peevishly smiling,
long gone to his angrezi women.
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