The Indian Summer by Jayant Mahapatra (Poem)

The Indian Summer

by Jayant Mahapatra

(Poem)

 Poem

Summary

The Indian Summer

Over the soughing of the sombre wind

priests chant louder than ever;

the mouth of India opens. 

Crocodiles move into deeper waters.

 

Mornings of heated middens

smoke under the sun.

 The good wife

lies in my bed

through the long afternoon;

dreaming still, unexhausted

by the deep roar of funeral pyres.