The mother was warming her little baby
Pressing it to her sticky sweaty body
Her sari shading its doughness
That gave off whiffs of b.powder and biscuits
When the little boy looked up
Abuzz with shivers
And with a little purring sound
Turned around on its belly,
Ball-like and full of milk
And spinning, slowly soared
His voice a trailing tingle
Out through the window he went
The speechless mum was lost in a gasp
Her milk freezing in her mother glands
The f.passengers on that halted bus
Shot out their arms but in vain
Against the sky-cleaving whiteness a dot he was
And wending, as they watched, was gone