Green fig bulbs hang in largesse
from trees, like kalpataru.
Ripe and opulent turbans
swell open exotic pink.

A million strings connect
memory’s childhood garden
in Old Delhi to a new
locale in warming Sheffield,
a crore of seeds that scatter,
taking root in migration’s
route, like so many landmarks.
Striking stems rise like prayer.

Sinewy, sprouting high-five-
pronged leaves by the riverbanks.
Leaves protect our nudity:
survival’s testimony.

... Indefinite leave!