Vignettes of a South African Township called Mdantsane

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Back home

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i never answered...
even when words cast
unequivocal borders
street lights
many years after
held sodium lamp halo
the overhead railway bridge
its shadows ever so busy
in such undulating nights
i had often thought of
you
a flicker smile persisted
resisting to
overgrown stars
it’s a sky
i remembered
unwashed
unheard
wrapped
i had taken home
communion
of an eyelash
dropped
in a rigid
second
of
our small talk.


Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra

2 comments:

  1. Your art is not merely your art. They are the sprouts of the intense creativity that remain soaked in your
    longing for expressing them where we see ourselves face to face.

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