For years I've been trading promises with God.
Offering flowers for mercies,
fasts for protection,
money for more wealth.
All tagged indianlit
With my own jaws,
I chewed off my wings.
They nourished me till
my first eggs were laid.
Desires, fears, surprises, illusions
chop-chop-chop
sold for rupee, dollar or pound.
They all cost the same.