Rise to the skies
Marigold, ashoka leaves, jasmine
Festive crowds but no jostling
the red of the shamiana reflected on eager faces
Such is the power of the presence
What must happen when avatars visit?
Young boys enunciate in precise sanskit
of limits, bounds and standards
Reciting from memory, perfection
I watch with envy.
the loafers, the idle, time pass
Mohawk cut and long tressed,
smoke weed, play cards,
begin every second line with the F word
These guys don’t even hobble to the starting lineKarma!