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 Yellow River

A cobbled street
echoes my footfall.
Time dented stone
faces, dust dyed,
worn by rain
and ice,
frosts at midnight.

In dark, they listen
with lowered lids
cart loads reach the yellow
river. A mad man's song
for tomorrow's dead

seeps through feathery
quilts, into dreams
about the dead. Of graves
and caves that open
doors to the roaming beast.
Sometimes he yields his prey
to others better than him
at carnage.

In July, the river overflows 
its banks leaving behind mud 
mounds, washed white 
to paint eyes, lips, hands.

Slipping, staggering feet 
of those who died last week,
the week of terror before, 
and a week before that.

Leaf shadows, silver
shimmer fish,
a small cherry blossom wound.
Mute contusions, grave blue
and purple.
Brave head that fell
in ambush. 

[© Lalita Pandit, April 9, 1998].

 

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