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

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The Rishi

The world stretches like a dream
in which you weave words
and rhythms, in which you speak

of lost love; the courtyard
of a house around the bend
waits for you.

Ships sail out to vast seas.
You cross them to find work,
and happiness. Temple
bells ring in your absence. 

They ring for you even now
when forms, shapes, habitats
are erased. You wake from

dreams of long ago,
ancestral vaults in the sky.
Fold of paper and cloth
unwrap before you in scrolls.

Do you wish to become
immortal?

Do you wish to float lights
placed in earthen bowls --
decorated with marigold knots,
in the river that fell from

the high heavens. Was held 
in check by the matted locks
of a blue throated god.

He swallowed the poison.
More is left in the cup. 
Do you want to be a Rishi?

The pale faced Dadichi, he 
who brought to earth 
the river of immortality so that 
men could live. 

Do you wish
to fashion a new creation?

[© Lalita Pandit, August 8, 1998].

 

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