when everybody had left
you
me
and even the despot ruler
of
our fate
the fort one night came down
and touched us
it hid us
in its wrinkles
from an unruly horizon
nobody dies, it declared
the lust of this tree
our porcelain past
the breakaway season
conspiracy unhinged at nightfall
your names etched in the first drop
of a gwalior rain
nobody
really dies
here
nobody.....
Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra
Great colour in your painting.The picture and the poem seem to hold each other aloft.Loved the promise of a future however miniscule.Good work,doctor....Usha
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ReplyDeleteA Poet's delight on capturing these beautiful scenes...thanks for sharing your work.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Ravi
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