“Mother don’t please Don’t cut off the sunlight with your saree spread across sky blanching life’s green leaves” “Don’t play that tune again That mother her mother and had played on snake-charmer’s flute into ears of nitwits like me. I’m just spreading my hood. I’ll sink fangs someone lose venom. Let go make way.” “Circumambulating holy plant in yard making rangoli designs to see heaven turning up dead without light air for god’s sake I can’t do it. Breaking out dam you’ve built swelling a thunderstorm roaring through land let me live very different from you Mother.