Elsewhere, people murmured
in closed rooms and dim bars
lulled by generic music
calling for comfort when needed
unaware of the scent of a harvest,
unaware of the sound of horses running
ruminating their presence everyday
in cities clogged by their own waste

in the hills women gathered firewood
a leopard leaped, frightened
by the murmur of tribals

a marriage lit up a cluster of huts
the sarpanch started a boar fire
toddy spread like air, over the night
friends sang folklore, the banyan
pulled an ancient story
narrating it lengthily, under an open sky
humans collapsed, drunk from stargaze
unaware of traffic lights
lulled by interludes of old owls


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