Lights valiantly keep out the dark
everyone is speeding to reach
a soft place, to lie and look out
on the roadside an old man is craning his neck and searching for moonlight on a flowering tree
seen through a lighted window
a woman in a nightie
winding up her kitchen
putting away jars and shutting cupboards.
reverie scatters, an epiphany,
that our lives require us to soak
idli rice thrice as much as ulundu
let it lie submerged till we emerge
to grind and let the microbes ferment
in the hope of getting fluffy idlis
that can rival moonshine.
Love the competition the idlis are giving to the moon!
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