Vignettes of a South African Township called Mdantsane

Saturday, August 28, 2010

buried sea

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west bank
east london
the sea closes in
departure
sun froth swings in
long lost tales creep back
moist grass makes up
for the lost time
a sky shifts back
to old alleys
my face wet
i can almost hear
a call of
muzzein from
the dargah of
khwaja khanoon
at home

and
the old and buried
remains the
sea.


Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra

4 comments:

  1. seems so like prattle. something personal perhaps. there is a staccato and not much lilt as the other.beauty may be to the eyes of the beholder.
    Yet, your watercolours; as i look at them, make the sea swirl in and spring at me - amazing, should be the word i think.

    n ln.

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