| 18. songdog
The kite fliers around the red fort grounds look troubled, uneasy. They size up their kites and sniff at the sky.
Soon the winds will be in strength, and among the rushes
Only a dragonfly
And tired elephants.
May no hunger twist my John's belly.
Good roads, good weather to him.
Hasten Krsna, hurry. Do not believe the rumours of my merriments.
I have the curse of innocence upon me, and soon I think I will be warm and among the forgotten.
He will reach my word to you.
And my song – it will
Find another form.
A lean dog shall trail its long shadow across the road with my John. Where he will go, it shall.
O please, may he go to the right heaven krsna.
Would you send a golden car to fetch him?
Would you let in this dry-nosed cur?
Though its breath is stale and its greeting a friendless wag of the tail. next: photograph |
