Sunday, March 27, 2011

It's not time

You wouldn't understand my fear
You are not there yet
Shut the doors and windows
Keep the dark one away,
Though I know
It is time to light the lamp for the night
When the goddess visits;
I cheated him the other day
When he came looking for me
The complex kolam I'd drawn
Threw him off-track
Led him elsewhere
That's why the young girl
Down the street died!
It is said those who take a long time dying
Cannot tear themselves away
From the things they love
That's why the last concoction they are given
To send them on their way
Has a dash of gold, hay, cowdung, and soil
To tell them that nothing can be taken away,
I know, but it is not time for me yet.

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