Vignettes of a South African Township called Mdantsane

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Konnagar in Leaping the Lilac Sun


dreams resplendent with green

i walk up the trees reaching the sky

i didn’t find any gashes or bleeding wounds

on its back

nobody has yet stabbed it

birds swim through an easy breast stroke

and flowers bloom as usual after the day closes its shutters

a voice of the baul plays on the strings

of a handloom river

night comes reverently

unleashing its warmth

i sleep unlikely

in the crypt and cradle of your stars.

Poem and Drawing on a hand made paper by Amitabh Mitra

Baul - A traditional folk singer of Bengal

1 comment:

  1. Amitabh's facile pen and artful brush n color transported me to a cozy place in Bengal, with its tree-lined roads, ponds, coconut trees, punctuated with pucca (brick and concrete) buildings and thatched roofs...Amitabh is a poet-painter par excellence!