Saturday, 8. November 2003
Here a crow
A crow is cawing here.
When her cry, in the same pitch Used to reach us from the street We used to stream out to see her, Arms held akimbo over her head Bearing a basket of live mercury, Calling to mother, “Sepalu, amma, Sepalu”, “Fish, mother, fish!”
Amma, I am cawing for your fish.
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