I think about the Jains,

Dusra bacchaJansankhya badhao.One childAfterAnother child,Keep increasing population.

Live in the house,He will surely turn me outTo be strandedOn the footpathOr will be ISomedayIn the old age homesRehabilitated into.

And the rumour as an euphoria gripping all,Coming from far and wide,Spreading like some wildfireAnd engulfing it allThat Lord Ganesha sipping milk,An Indian god,As was broadcast,Sipping milk in the temples,Offered by the devotees directlyAs milk is lessening,Where all that gone instantly,The devotees wondering simply?Crowds gathered on, people talked ofThe miraculous and astounding taking of the…

Spread overA landscape wild,High and lowWith the waters greenAnd the skies blueShaded against the hillsWith the vegetationTangling with creepers,Leaves fallen and rotting,Bushes and shrubsIn a dormant slumberAnd awakingWith the birds and insects,Serpents and jackalsAnd the huts of the tribals,All primitive and pristine,Full of greenery and vegetationRunning amok and wildly.

As for boarding itAnd taking safelyif not I would be in heavenTravelling with ghosts.

An endless discussionBordering on the fringe ofLogic and reasoning,Is a delineation ofThe character of Savitri,The light experiences,The themes of sadhnaTaking over.