Election Section
Deluge
The flood waters rising in Bihar and Bangladesh threaten
‘Enter if you dare’
The Brahmaputra River is furious
The farmers’ food grains destroyed
Corpses floating, epidemics spreading
No scented Japanese cotton kerchiefs here
to keep away the stench, no lipstick to dab the edges of
Unleashed dogs bark brokenheartedly
“Bitch,” I think, not of the dogs but of that life
While I watch the BBC world news on TV
The only channel which covers the Third World floods for
more than a passing line between Paris Hilton’s pranks
and Iraq, Iraq and more Iraq and Barry Bonds
756th Home Run
I dream of visiting Mount Kailash—Shiva’s abode
with my father, dipping in the turquoise truth
of Lake Mansarovar
But all around on TV I only see the turquoise green fear
engulf the famished villagers
Scrambling for higher ground
“Time goes to Timbuktu”
my thatha told me when I was four before I knew about death
He told me that my other grandfather had gone
to Timbuktu for a very long time
But how can these parents be shielded
When parasites have bloated their children’s bellies
Hollowed their babies’ eyes before they die?
My mother died, I suffered a stroke
I felt my sanity forsake me
For some time my ability to think and feel deserted me
And sometimes my husband rants for no reason
But then I see these people on TV
and my life seems like a Five Star Fiesta in comparison
Do I still have a right to complain?
In school I learned the lines “It was love that made us
and love that saved us”
But no one can bring the dead back to life
But couldn’t one less mother in Bihar see her daughter die?
Can’t help arrive to move to higher ground?