I went to buy a coconut
To crack it as divine tribute.
But on the way, I saw a truck
Mistake a dog for hairy fruit.
I went to see the God of Death
Who nonetheless was satisfied.
He asked me if I’d rather have
Instead a mum and child had died.
I saw my coconut in hand
I saw again the highway gore
And fought the sudden urge to crack
My temples on the temple floor.
Minakhi Misra 