The Shiva mantra painted on
The wall of the opposite house
Is what I see first at first light
In a post-cataract vision test
The way the superstitious look
At their cupped palms first
When they wake up again
After a night of blessed sleep
There was a time when
A sea-like lake greeted me
Back home in the temple city
When I looked out every morning
Across the acres of paddy fields
Being turned into real estate;
The sun blazed a path of fire
Over the distant blue waters
Asking me to go past the horizon ----
Now that all illusions have been destroyed
It's soothing to see the sun set
Behind the dizzy high-rises
Rather than see it rise over them
With demands that cannot be met
Night is a time to look forward to
When the long day can be put to bed
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