Two cities
NARGARH
Eyes reduced to slits;
a storm hovers.
On a sentinel tower, I stand
Fingers spread into the wind,
electric sparks fly off their tips.
Rain approaches Jaipur.
_________
AHMEDABAD
carved furniture
sand in crevices
open a door to heat
_________
Eyes reduced to slits;
a storm hovers.
On a sentinel tower, I stand
Fingers spread into the wind,
electric sparks fly off their tips.
Rain approaches Jaipur.
_________
AHMEDABAD
carved furniture
sand in crevices
open a door to heat
_________
Labels: poetry
Selected by balihai |
16:02 |
1 Comments:
you observe and reproduce the slice of life for the rest of us to taste...well done, sir!
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