Tuesday, May 05, 2009

paati

she,
bent double,
rippling brown skin

under her
loosely draped
faded saree

dragging palm fronds
on the road
her nosering sparkling


against the sun,
as she gestures
to us for help

young shining eyes,

gummy grin
and wise wrinkles,

woman.

2 comments:

Ashwin said...

sheh! i always wanted a photo with the FC paati before i left!

she's too cool man.

Tangled up in blue... said...

my favourite!

altho' i never saw her, the poem makes her real to me..