The hand-chipped granite neatly held in wire net,
tightly, against the river banks,
meant to check erosion
at the height of the monsoon
when the grey-emerald blanket
sweeps and surges
frothing
roaring
over the banks
then
the boulders rock
and chatter
nervously
asphixiating
in the angry spate.
The season of Puja -
the cherry blossom; flying fox
in the hills
and salvific dhoop
rising to nestle
gently
in the haats
wrestling among
and past
the hairs
at the nares
the terror of joy
as the eyes scream
at the sting
from peeling
the green scrotal orange;
Egrets flying home from the paddy fields
bare after harvest
and the wide long road
leading to dusk:
acetylene lamps
with podgy flames
on exaggerated
burner tips
displaying exotica
of chaat and puri stalls
that never close:
the clank of railway rolling stock
the pinch of burning steam coal..
The spirit has an erection
and the great river
snaking
with stealthy largesse
cradles
the ribbon
of silver
ejaculate
in the moonlight
Notes
To DR October 28 1984