Faith

From the pink slaughtershed
The butcher sweeps
Bloody water onto
Parched tongue road
Naked hooks dangle for me

Pepper vines crawl on teak
Rubber trees stain their bibs
Coffee plantation 
Sinks in the valley
Coconuts perch like snipers
In guard towers

The christians are christing
In the jungle
In the white sanctuary
Preacher probes the aisles
Familiar truth patina

Woe is me

It appears
The water vendor is a believer
She believes i can wait

Rift in wire fencing
Passage to the shore
Of Karapuzha dam
Through muddy grass
I achieve the marshland

Littered

With violet lotus flowers
White lotus flowers
Cranes feathering to dip
Their beaks and toes

Young girl 
Picks a purple bouquet
Offers it to me
I am ashamed