Water for her life
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Walking with millions
of fragments of sun
under the feet, young and tired
towards a mirage of peace
shimmering over the sand dunes.
She has to walk for water everyday
through the year and years of a life
in a village with a white shrine.
She will be there
in the profound stretch of forlorn afternoon,
offering water to god she trusts.
Please bring his letter!
What it may be like living in a city,
in a slam. (He is coming home
after a sweating day
at the waterfront
tedious labor is still on his dusky limbs,
on his face, eyes, mouths, wet and dirty hair…)
Please take me with you this time.
She begs in her scripts.
She begs before a god
who is looking at
the erosion of sun at the shrine’s yard.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Walking with millions
of fragments of sun
under the feet, young and tired
towards a mirage of peace
shimmering over the sand dunes.
She has to walk for water everyday
through the year and years of a life
in a village with a white shrine.
She will be there
in the profound stretch of forlorn afternoon,
offering water to god she trusts.
Please bring his letter!
What it may be like living in a city,
in a slam. (He is coming home
after a sweating day
at the waterfront
tedious labor is still on his dusky limbs,
on his face, eyes, mouths, wet and dirty hair…)
Please take me with you this time.
She begs in her scripts.
She begs before a god
who is looking at
the erosion of sun at the shrine’s yard.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

