Children, brown as earth, continue to laugh away
at cripples and mating mongrels.
Nobody ever bothers about them.

The temple points to unending rhythm.

On the dusty street the colour of shorn scalp
there are things moving all the time
and yet nothing seems to go away from sight.

Injuries drowsy with the heat.

And that sky there,
claimed by inviolable authority,
hanging on to its crutches of silence. 



“Main Temple Street, Puri”: Puri is perhaps the holiest place of pilgrimage
in the whole of India. Situated on the eastern coast, overlooking the
Bay of Bengal, it is famed for its ancient temple of Jagannath (literally,
Lord of the Universe). Religious beliefs draw thousands of pilgrims to
Puri throughout the year, especially at the time of the annual car festival,
when the Lord of the Universe us taken outside the temple for his
symbolic tour of the world to study the state of mankind.