Playgrounds of Mumbai.
We play on different floors.
And a poem by Suranga Date who always adds a few words to the images she likes on this blog:
a
Thought for Food.
A foraging of intentions,
a collection
of rehabilitated stones
performing to perfection
wild in imagination
as they make a meal
fit for the
ones they love
nurtured so well
by hands
trying to imitate
Mother Earth.
And then
there is
a hungry mind
expertly fooled
into filling itself
alone
by sights, sounds,
and the needs of
the New World,
unlike anything around.
Food for Thought.
And a poem by Suranga Date who always adds a few words to the images she likes on this blog:
a
Thought for Food.
A foraging of intentions,
a collection
of rehabilitated stones
performing to perfection
wild in imagination
as they make a meal
fit for the
ones they love
nurtured so well
by hands
trying to imitate
Mother Earth.
And then
there is
a hungry mind
expertly fooled
into filling itself
alone
by sights, sounds,
and the needs of
the New World,
unlike anything around.
Food for Thought.
