As I heft the gadaparaiOnto my shoulderWith a spring in my stepTo move a jackfruit saplingI realise that the springinessIs not because…
On the eve of my birthdayWell past the halfway markOf my lifeI lie awakeAnd think of things undonePromises unkept
Observing my fastReligiouslyOn Saraswati Puja dayA reading-writing fastPhone off, Computer offI notice thingsI otherwise do notSenses seem heightenedBirdsong sounds clearerAlmost electric in its intensityI see the different shapes of leavesThe differing shades of greenOn the same tree