Ducks - Vijay Nambisan's image
They hammered in the stakes and wound the long nets round, Blue nets of nylon, about as high as where They wound their dhotis, and I wondered as I sat by the raining window what the blue meant, The blue circles in the wet square of pasture. Then at evening the boys drove up the ducks From the river, squat and uncomplaining, They herded them here and prisoned them in the Blue cages. Then they went away. The rain Sobbed till nightfall in the tamarind trees. When the rain stopped the ducks began their noise, Hoarse-throated, full-chested, and we heard them Away in the big house, after di
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