One Midnight in San Francisco… Afsar, Indian Poet
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“I left my heart in San Francisco…”
Tony Bennett was walking away singing crazily…
Still…
This dead of night
Over the blue firmament of San Francisco
And over the whiff of hazy black mist of cold winds.
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Forgive me, Tony!
Madly believing your song to be true
I ‘flotsam’med into this bay.
I am not able to hide under my eyelids
The cable cars you tied to stars
And your blue seas
I know you suspect my vision if I say
Your home looks to me
A walking skeleton donning lights.
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For that matter, can any city be a home to anyone?
Who knows! As I was walking
down the heart of downtown
It looks the drizzle of cold and fog
Has enveloped both the skin and the soul.
Of what hue and savor is indigence, you can see
Come here once Tony!
And play your song in that hue and savor.
You said you floated lonely somewhere, but
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Hiding the dark truth of homelessness
Your song glitters like a funereal wreath
In the hunger’s forest-fire of mortal frames.
That amber-colored sun
is an untouchable … even here.
Forever!
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Afsar
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Image Courtesy: Kavisangamam
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