Suffering in a dry heat wave,
you turn a landscape painting
upside-down
and convince yourself
that the sky is water.
You spread it about
that that made you cool.
You're painted as a fool.
To your rescue comes
Kumar Mahakul's manna:
the raw mango drink,
in Hindi, aam panna.
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