Theme: Love

July Afternoon, Poems of Gwalior

July Afternoon 2.jpg
july afternoon
an unbridled river rushed
down the fort
on to the chironji trees
a battle cry rose
eyes and steel
glinted in forsaken
a cloud burst galloped
in many a steed
on the dead and dying
the green turbaned man who lives
with the bats in the cave
came out again
touched the rain
his eyes swirled
birds screamed
in stronger silence
we had held on to the
your hair closed me in
your hands held my thumb
palms caught the language
of rage
a maratha rain
a tale as old as this fort
you said
is a slaughter of rumination
you and me
would still grow
in this broken sun
in a fallacy
of such a gwalior noon.
Image © Dr. Amitabh Mitra


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