rolling drop of sweat
rolling drop of sweat
slowly slowly drops.
From the bottom of your breast
aiming straight it falls
On your thigh it tries to rest—but ah
—it's a sticky plummet.
The Padma
These waters caressed
a thousand dead bodies.
Young and old men,
mothers, their children.
The water listened,
it heard their
submerged little howls,
Slowly
growing drunk
of their brittle
little-souls.
