




saffron-clad men
wash the Bahubali’s feet;
its eyes forward

a grasshopper
lands on dappled granite;
becomes a statue


in a tree hollow,
snails multiply as far
as the eye can see

butterfly,
at work on a flower.
a bird circles

yellow petals
catch the morning light
& glow gold


Pandemic street art
lingers on the walls —
just like its grounds

a butterfly
sits in the road, until
a car passes