The three mango trees
in our backyard
wait for their fruits’ arrival

Waiting is widespread.

The fruit market
is taking a longing shape.

The trees look
forward to Dhenkanal’s
magnificent winter.

The markets rise;
future quietly emerges
in the skin’s shimmer.

Waiting is widespread.

I go around the gardens
to see if I have a role

to play in October,
see if the fruits are losing
themselves to erratic hands.

Waiting is widespread.