CHANGE
whenever i come
i see something new
this time a pond
has been dug
the volute casing
churns gurgles of pump set
they will transplant
high-yielding paddy this year
the deep-litter poultry farm
bursting with torrential life
the Jersey cow , spruced
milking profusely
river Ghia is tame
akin to my brothers
they parched the floods
watered the drought
their bodies are stronger
minds broken cashewnuts
they daily plant a tree
to get their oxygen free
whenever i come here
i return a better man
Old Age Home
He will lose in transit , the stillness of his icy shadow carved on the grey years of his Old-Age Home. He's a leaf , drooping to reach darkness pooled in the center of his grave. At dusk , wooden stairs fold up as he reaches the street. He no longer knows his city , trembling in the mist of his ambivalent wishes, tears and heteromyopia.The bells chime at Park Street , dullness revives as silence ingests the sounds. Silence parches his lips , frail eardrums . He murmurs ambiguously , Son , my son , I now have limbs of a child , your child. But I'll run to your flat , wobbly- legged to see my grandson, if you call ...
ON MY CORRIDOR
Sunlight drops with a whisper
On my corridor floor at twilight
My sunlight is now abendrot
I spread out a soulful esraj
On the soft carpet of light
To hear the classical whims of your love.
(** esraj is an Indian musical instrument, a stringed one ,
primarily used in classical compositions.)
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