STOLEN MOMENTS

Piece of land that jumped over

the Waste Lands Act

arrested by a mendicant from Europe

to piddle on his hasty little-mindedness;

piece of cloth

embroidered with valour-thread

and discontent

splashed with the orphan blood

of the vanquished,

handkerchief gathering melancholia

frayed edges of history

and history’s footnotes

time’s irrelevanced archive:

yes, it was in this soil

was it not,

was it not here

that the lost melodies

of stolen moments

were finally pieced together

and laid to rest

wrapped in that dust-made banner,

never to rest in peace,

ever?

[from the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']

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