I'm coming from afar
I tell the woman
the last time I came
I could walk straight to the river
now monsoon mud has made a mess
can only glimpse the river's face
is there still a way on dry feet?
She raises her eyes
no way she says
it's all shrub and slush
but you can have a look at my garden
pomelo and papaya,
gourd and green banana,
I haggle over price
wouldn't settle for less than a bargain
she smiles all the way
succumbs with ease
for the take a bag too she gives.
As I leave her on the falling day
I feel no loss
not finding the river's way.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
I'm coming from afar
I tell the woman
the last time I came
I could walk straight to the river
now monsoon mud has made a mess
can only glimpse the river's face
is there still a way on dry feet?
She raises her eyes
no way she says
it's all shrub and slush
but you can have a look at my garden
pomelo and papaya,
gourd and green banana,
I haggle over price
wouldn't settle for less than a bargain
she smiles all the way
succumbs with ease
for the take a bag too she gives.
As I leave her on the falling day
I feel no loss
not finding the river's way.
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