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Friday 29 June 2018

Waiting for you on the Kala Wewa bund


Obliterated footsteps speak to me
they rise from dust and longing
soar into irrigated conversations 
and the small talk of small men;
there’s a canopy of chanting 
hovering over the Kadawara Devalaya
plaintive beseeching and fervent vows 
consecrating with divine blush
the ethos of agrarian solidarity;
the loquacious sun 
titillates with humor the trees 
and far away mountains burn blue 
in perennial boredom;
I know that from somewhere
the Aukana eyes watch 
and as the ripples come to me
for a moment I linger 
upon thathagatha gaze;
I’m waiting for music 
that has detoured perhaps 
armies march to paddy-field and war
a saffron sweep floats by 
the past conjugates with the now
retires into night
and there I stand
contemplating a defiant tomorrow
that restates the order of the earth
rearranges the sky
and divines a moment or two
with you.