A carpet of red chillies

I am a phenomenon that began where the cowherds begin and live and die- to be recomposed as bodies and to begin ,live and die and so on in circularity of oil mill’s blinded ox as phenomenon of growing circle.  The circles grow infinitely inside and disappear in phenomenal sky from earthly carpet of red chillies.

I begin where red chillies lay spread on paddy fields smeared with dung and hot smell rises striking nostrils.

I begin not knowing how chillies end . I begin at middle of nowhere’s end to end as phenomenon for nothing.


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