Dear Tagus, what immeasurable space Our present from our former lot divides! Glassy of yore, now turbid are thy tides, Once smiles my brow adorned, now tears deface.
Will you come homeward from the hills of Dreamland, Home in the dusk, and speak to me again? Tell me the stories that I am forgetting, Quicken my hope, and recompense my pain?
In her shoes, those shoes, those two sizes too big, worn out “kanavasi” she drags along to the dumpsters to rummage through the wilting, rusty banana and mango peels, disregarding the stench and the flies that hover around her long after she has retired to “bed”.