Friday, May 31, 2013

Where There Is A Will The Rod Finds Its Way



a mouth
dry milking
the rod
through
the cheeks
both ways
a tribute
to mother
ma mari
they pay
fruits
of love
on a tray
from the
beach
to the
marriamman
temple
to the beats
of drums '
fishermens
colony
where they
stay humble
ganesh pujari
offers prayers
souls in a swoon
emotions shot
in color i tweaked
black white and gray
this year i was not
called by cosmic
fate to shoot
her children
through a poem
i relive lost
moments
today

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