The rain which comes down
hopelessly pursuing itself
hunger for the woman
fierce gopi-girl
these words fragment of torn stuff
rachitic curtain put up
against far plain knotted space
between us
masque (for dancing)
another veil like this rain
shot through with holes –
the first to come in months.
Andhra Pradesh, June 2005
(published online in CHA: An Asian Literary Journal #27, April 11, 2015: http://www.asiancha.com/content/view/2015/489/)
whispered lineage 