Somewhere in this vast east
there is a tiny fishing village
where an old woman is waking up
early in the morning to complete
her task of sewing
worn-out, colored clothes
into a huge quilt she is making
for her grandchildren's children
and their children's children,
and somewhere else in this unknown world,
an ignorant village teacher, sitting
on the porch of a roofless school,
is showing the sons of shepherds and farm workers
fireballs shooting across the sky
and telling them the story of creation.
— Sankar Roy