APRIL SHOWERS: DAY 8 WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, VAGUE LIFE

I see a dim star; colorless;
With closed eyes
among the little stars 
in the blue sky
one descends to earth, 
Towards my river side
Once She lived here, with her 
Beloved husband and eight children; 
Where are my children now?
Two sons and six daughters.
I gave life to eight; even now I can 
bring one more; 
where is my beloved man of thirst?
Everything is vague; 
Even the first rain;
Even the first kiss;
Even the first embrace!
Everything is blurred.
I too grow uneasy 
like the odor of the 
rain-washed earth. 
Countless poisonous 
snakes creep towards me. 
Many emerge 
with their bleeding tongue
Women come out from 
Earth's blood; they run the
ballet, with flora on their 
Beautiful breasts!

The drums end their stillness. 
Pretty women move towards 
the river-bank's shades. 
Lotus blossom in his rivers
A fairy girl walks from her petals
Who will breastfeed him? 
Who will give him his flute, 
his peacock-feather cap?

I am an umbrella of stars. 
My love is the flute's life. 
My word is from him; 
From my own son! 

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI