Through the umbrella the rain
Drips on my head and does not
Mind falling on a balding pate
That does not look like growing
Back again for all the herbal oil
Smeared lovingly on it every day
I secretly wanted to get wet like
This, not enough to catch a cold
Yet enough to remember it by ----
I have run out of drops meant
To prevent dryness of the eyes
Brought on by endless gazing at
The virtual reality images
That take the mind away
From all that is falling off ----
I loftily look at all those taking
Shelter before wayside shops
The Mary shrine is all lit up for
Her weeklong festival close on
The heels of the Mari temple fete ---
I pray to both when I stir out
And when I come back unscathed
Not without wondering when it will be
When I have to leave and never come back.