At one end of the village
the river croaks out unmelted plastic,
rasps resonant with feverish wants
of malnourished stomachs.
In a dinky red-tiled house,
the kid complains of boredom.
The father tired from the TV’s election
news, stirs a whirlpool in his humid
mind―why despise sameness? The evocative
things in life hardly change – food, sex, bowels.
The mother in the kitchen watches
over the rice cooker’s blooming riot,
asking the youngest to spell out ‘elephant’.
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