GITA GETS LOST IN TESCO
World foods have moved
to where the jam used to be
on isle six instead of four.
Split mung has split again
this time across the floor,
and the lid of a jar of mango pickle
is loose and mumbling
In the middle of this impending riot
Gita fingers a soft papaya
that she needs to make amends
for the wildness that is rising up
to ripen hard resolve.
Followed by an army of packets and tins
wearing parrots wings and pomegranate rings
she leads from the front with a shining trolly
whose wheels click to lick
the sweet n’ spicy rebellion—
then refuse to move in the right direction
like the Pied Piper of Pune
spinning in a carnival
of ginger and gooseberry ghosts.
But this was now the free world
with free trade
in the free lane.
was just another way
to be found.
*Published in Under the Radar, Feb 2023.