A Song 76

At Marine Drive
in Arabian Sea,
Kabir and Tuka,
Jasmine and Jehangir,
in an 1800 Dodge,
in August rains,
searching frogs,
frog songs.
shuffle of snails.
Absent.
Petitioned a police station.
'We trap humans,
dead and live,'
droned a paunchy policeman.
'Humans net frogs,
choke frog songs,
trip snails,'
chorused the Four.
'Kashala thras detho,'
intoned the policeman,
telling off the Four.