Flaming support

The waning
Ashwin** moon
bombed and cataracted,
as it peers
through the clouds
drips occasional
moonlight
amidst trees
through the night.




But in all
my temples,
energized
by the prayers,
a thousand
little
mud lamps,
glow in support
flickering in beat
to the
sonorous
prayers,
that ask Him
to bring
a Festival of lights
to dark minds in space.

Water happens
not when you
blast someone.
It happens
when
you collect
the tears
of joy
of those who had
none to shed
in the drought.


** Hindu Lunar calendar month