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

 

Yes

You will never become

A god

 

They’re saying in the village