I need to visit the graveyard
Google Maps failed to find it
Picasso can’t draw to Shiva’s native land
Monday with full moon

Hearing boisterousness
With wife and children’s outcry
Tasted with sugarcane
Touching softly my companion black bull

Remembering grandson’s smile
Listening to folk wooden bhajana
Shouted the names of best friends
Recall the teenage first kiss

Taking a holy dip in the water of Naganna lake
Enjoy the monsoonal red soil smell
Flute flowers are sprinkled at the time
Tearing the tears of masters of mud
Fly and jump
Bells tied to legs to dance
Breaking the relationship with the village
Where I was born and brought up

So I need to visit the graveyard