
plump caterpillar,
grounded on the sidewalk,
hopes that wings
will come around - before
a careless foot does

plump caterpillar,
grounded on the sidewalk,
hopes that wings
will come around - before
a careless foot does

Calcutta monsoons
are unkind to memorials
of past masters

jungle engulfs,
swallows, and digests
once proud buildings


a tree burst through
the old building’s brick wall,
and sent roots searching


Calcutta’s December:
Christmas trees stand beside
palm trees



i walk a calm street,
but find myself facing
a rabid Tengu

born in struggle;
the chick pops from its shell
and must fight to its feet