Soak me in the rains of
Western Ghats. Sew me sweaters
Of Nilgiris in no man's land.
I need winds of Rajasthan
To take to me to the worn-out
Mountains in Gilgit-Baltistan.
Bake me a plate of Kashmir,
Pour me a cup of Chandratal.
Legs chained to solitude,
I'm drowsy again. Slap me awake
To my primal instincts-
Make me fall, drown, and fly.
Serve me those landscapes-
I want to feast on forests
Of Chota Nagpur and
The blackwaters of Nicobar.