Diwali, Manchester 2001 - by
I think of windows as I think of caves…
I think of windows as I think of caves…
Edge out of the night
/ and contemplate one of nature’s
/ most sublime spectacles…
I forgot how Madras loves noise
/ Loves neighbours and pregnant women
/ And Gods and babies
/
/ And Brahmins who rise
/ Like fire hymns…
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