these are eucalyptus dreams
growing in suburban trains
sometimes in the hub
when connaught place turns a zero
and a sky stays behind
we always managed to move out
summer surprises
inhaling
an old delhi rickshawallah
remembers himself
in his last ganja smoke
shadows don’t adhere here
anymore
the edge is just
another place
we stayed
and faintly
you are still with me.
Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra
Blue gum trees of East London
ReplyDeletegreat >>>>>>>>>>>
ReplyDeleteThanks Shaleen
ReplyDeleteThese remind me of Albert Namatjira's ghost gums, which he loved to paint in Australia's outback. Very lovely. And the colours are so amazing.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Raamesh
ReplyDeleteA great combination of poetry and colors.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kakoli
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