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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
 
Yes
You will never become
A god
 
They’re saying in the village

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