Thursday, September 11, 2008

I see my village in

the beautiful soot patterns on the lantern glass
the strong taste of a wild tamarind
the gently swaying neem tree

And in that scattered hay
that found its way
To the inner recesses
Of my heart.

1 comment:

Rukhiya said...

I like the way this started with the title and continued in the write. And for a moment, but you did bring the village alive! Good!