The Un-God

First I made the pottu
Then I planted
Tumeric and pale-scented
Jasmine on the vine
Raw-green tumeric-yellow sky-blue violet-
Inked butterflies fluttered
And fluttered
Everywhere in the house
Filling it with their music
Every moment 
Around you
As I grew around you
You said
Not all lives 
Are conceived 
To walk the earth
You will never become
A god
They’re saying in the village