By Jaideep Saikia
A fat Buddha rests lightly among
The strewn corruption on my study table.
A bored curio
No polyglot.
He discerns only in Pali,
The weighty verses of the Suitable Boy,
Elude him.
As does the purr of my refrigerator.
In a moment, he will rouse, yawn
Histrionically.
And make as if for Kapilavastu.
What is there among my decadence?
To hold him back?