Fiddler on the Roof

The fecund jasmine string and the mogra too
Strewn asunder as the cruel strains flew
Oh Azure Lord who plays the flute so
Brewing within dusky Yamuna a storm anew
Causing dark clouds to burst into rain
Smudging my kohl eyes, drenching me with pain...

And they say that
A drop of poison is far desired
To the beloved’s tears!

(August 2011)