Under The Sacred Fig Tree

by Mukesh Williams

Under the sacred fig tree

The quiet moment pants.

Should it stretch a little more?

Can the smile slowly

Hide itself in the pepal leaves?

But this was not possible.

Time’s wings were speeding

Behind the sunlight

Where solitude was not possible,

Where the leaves were not supple.

Why the style does not return

For which I have waited for years?

Why the voice scatters?

Why the event

Still plays hide and seek with me?

Translated from original Hindustani by the author

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