Father, when he passed on,
on a table of papers,
left debts and daughters,
Sometimes I think that nothing
that ever comes into this house
goes out. Things that come in everyday
to lose themselves among other things
And every year
the Ghaghra changes course
turning over and over in her sleep.
When Buddha woke up….
As bats, owls screeched in banyan trees,
Right inside the palace, a young man woke up…
To his right, his wife and children asleep.
Ayyanar waits for a Year
God Ayyanar stands with a sickle and spear,
right outside the village limits.