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rooted under a badam,
chintamani picks tales from
dry, rum coloured leaves in february
for retail with simplema.
an old woman was born in
a village to an aged pair.
she grew young,
her parents died.
the village mislaid sadaphule.
doing a head stand atop
the badam,
an awed brahma got lost
in a trance.
after a ganges dip, smeared in ash,
shiva shivered at the burning ghat.
vishnu blew on a mute flute
having no clues
to the aberration
in the all-male affair of creation.
reluctant to leave without a trace,
denying yama a face,
set aside by gods for
mocking their unequal laws,
sadaphule flowers.