Mr Pushpat in the Circle of Life

 

 

 

Mr Pushpat

 

The moon glides

Like the music of a flute

Between the built-up tower blocks

On Mumbai’s waterfront.

 

Mr Pushpat, angular

As a saxophone, has

Sweet peas – pink, purple,

White. They are his gift.

 

And in exchange he wants

Foreign coins, a letter

Sent from overseas. It’s a deal,

Sealed with a self-addressed envelope.

 

And when it’s done, Mr Pushpat

In his flowered shirt

To match the sweet peas,

Saunters off

 

On worn chappals, precariously,

Religiously avoiding sand fleas,

Spiders, washed-up crablets. Beyond,

The moon plays its own capriccio.

 

 

Robert Leach

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Updated May 2020