In This Pink Summer of Jaipur

in this pink summer of Jaipur

dressed in silk and in monsoonal dances

choked by smoke

forgotten by lovers

the nuances in which you speak my name sound hollow

and the little girl

who has only a grain of rice

does not eat tonight

she exchanges her grain

for the fullness of pale stars

                                                                  ~ Gabriela M.

                                                                           United States

2 Comments

  1. Madhumathy says:

    Lovely

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