Joy of Giving - Card 4 - Week 4 - Blessing. A poem by Imtiaz Dharkar

My friend Meena Nambiar shared this stark poem with us:

The skin cracks like a pod.There never is enough water.

Imagine the drip of it,

the small splash, 

echo in a tin mug,

the voice of a kindly god.

Sometimes, the sudden rush

of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts,

silver crashes to the ground

and the flow has found

a roar of tongues. From the huts,a congregation: 

every man woman

child for streets around

butts in, with pots,

brass, copper, aluminium,

plastic buckets,

frantic hands,

and naked children

screaming in the liquid sun,

their highlights polished to perfection,

flashing light,

as the blessing sings

over their small bones.