Thursday, April 8, 2010
noorganj stayed in shadows
as a river broke the walls of the fort
a strange smell of sweltering summer
and elderly women
on a wrinkled soil
'badruddin gujar gayey
chup ho gayi hai'
chortled the river
I could only see her eyes behind
hens rushed out
spraying colors to
a dead laughter.
Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra
'Badaruddin had passed away long back and Ayesha doesnt talk any more'