sudden storm …
a child cradles
bruised mangoes
fungus on seeds …
the wind sweeps
across fallow fields
sharad purnima -
my pet overturns a bowl
of rice pudding
hanging mangoes …
a child’s eyes taste
the sweetness
sinking sun
behind the amaltas …
she lights an oil lamp
a coucal
scoops out the papaya …
our guest is god
bursting cotton pods …
she can’t wait
to tell her story
fallen frangipani …
the child marks
a zigzag path