I shall sit back.. my palms under the head
against the wall. it keeps the armpits dry
but soon my back is wet with sweat. ignore that.
it is cool and dark. it is so restful.
but that's not what i came here for. to watch
the nervous pacing of a caged feline.
arid I had come to be comforted
the sun so bleak now, was once a god. his
wife found him too hot. she ran away and
became a horse. her father, who had
made all the worlds, set sun upon a lathe
and trimmed him to her size. well, I did not
come here to tell you these stories. I should
leave now, without causing a disturbance

- June 6,1978

umashankar manthravadi

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