Table of Contents
  Index
  About the Poetess
  My Father's Country
  Azadi: 1989-1995
  The Yellow River
  Father
  Summer Rain
  Anantnag
  Mother's Day USA
  Mahtab
  Bride in Red
  Seasons
  Priya
  Refugee
  My Dream
  The City of Dread
  Kashmir Today
  Sukeshi has a Dream
  Autumn Rain
  The Story of Ganesha
  Washer Woman
  The Ever New Poet
  The Yogi
  The Rishi
  My Death
  Self Spectre
  Autumn Song
  Book in pdf format

Koshur Music

An Introduction to Spoken Kashmiri

Panun Kashmir

Milchar

Symbol of Unity

 
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The Ever New Poet of Kashmir

The garden was silent.
An old woman 
dressed in a scarlet robe, 
gold earrings wearing down 
her ears, she sat on a green mound.

She was quiet, like a picture.
One daughter-in-law brought
peach blossom tea, the other
came out to see to miles of rice 
laid out to dry in the courtyard.

They looked at the poet's receding
figure, that was all that happened
on an afternoon when the clouds
were white, sky was blue.

Time flattened its wings 
like a dead bird on the dirt road.
Autumn leaves of a weeping willow
fell like flowers on his path.

Some day this memory
will become one
with blind oblivion of a city
grated: turned to dust.

Ghosts will rise
from woeful Vyeth, in winter
when the moon is bright.
Only they will remember
us, the lost ones, banished followers

of Abhinavagupta, those
who accompanied the poet into 
the darkest pine woods
in the hour
of his death he sang
to Shiva. One last song
and we remember.

[© Lalita Pandit, May 20, 1997].

 

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