We looked for her in a revived memory br In the greenness of the memorial forest. br A young mango tree flourishes for her br In the vast dome of the academy’s sky. br The boy-keeper says it is fine and green- br One patch stands booked by the minister- br With hundreds of inscribed memorial stones. br He has already earned his wealth and power br Now he will try to perpetuate his memory. br At the corner the monkey-God is waiting br To be housed in a reddish-tinged temple br Along with the Goddess with extended tongue. br Here my mom shall flourish in good company br Soon there will be green mangoes hanging br Alongside the morning sun and silver rain br And tiny vivid birds heaving on its branches br Their bodies filled with sweetness and song.