Nodding his head with my words
In a certain street
Between roads and roads and roads.
And roads.

John will wheel, pause, wrap my letters in a brown paper, throw his threadbare load over right shoulder manfully, and
Follow the Ring road.
I'd get John to string my leaves
In order
To seek you among other gods.
To ready you with directions to my door
                                         Krsna
And lead you discreetly
Till some point in the west bank of Yamuna.

Soon the snakes will be in its warm
Under,
The seeds in the air
Flowers in new little frocks.
Light may my letters travel with him.

Godspeed.
Before the brave is warm
And at rest with river kids
Under the rocks.

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