on aashad ekadashi
crowds shuffle in lines,
under rains,
at the Vithala temple.
Vithala, Rakkumai, Tuka stand still;
have been for ages non-commital.
Lord, Lady, Saint, unsighted by devotees,
Chintamani, the old man on the kerb ---
bowed head,
bare feet,
folded palms,
shut eyes ----
stands aside,
tang of Rama, Krishna, Hari on tongue;
refracts to a tiled home in Vengurla;
rain drops, slipping down tiles,
tipping over the edges,
sews the earth in straight lines;
the embroidery remains well after
the rains.
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