One of our rare trips down the mountain To the dusty dirty towns We’re told to visit an uncle Petrol, flour, vegetables, nails Finally we get there, too late But lunch is forced upon us – mutton A rare treat   They’re lovely people And as we leave we spot some plums A girl is … Continue reading Giving


Old Cow

On the road through the woods to the temple I passed one of India’s holy cows Old, outcast, her dried up udder Milked out - she’s on her own now While the leopards lurk in the deodar   She ended her days on the road Did my headlights lend some protection? The dust distracted the … Continue reading Old Cow