Monday, 24 August 2009

Talking Pond

People come
with such a thirst
to drink, bathe, and ask
will they be richer,
will they be wise,
in this mythical place
by the sea,
where silver statuettes
fountain fresh ripples
on a talking pond;
they clap and it bubbles,
they speak and it replies,
answers are inked,
inkled selectively;
while Ganesha winks
from behind a garland of orange,
one burp of air
for a yes,
two for a no.

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