Evening Perfumes… Ismail, Telugu, Indian
She daubs
Evening perfumes
For my sake every eve.
The scent of thin shadows
Creeps under her chin and ears.
The aroma of a
Steady standing rain
Over a Casuarina plantation
On the sea-shore
Flares in her tresses.
A whiff of the caves
The sun-lion sleeps at night
Sweeps over her body.
And in her eyes reflects
The essence of the blue sky
Where the stars twinkle one after another.
Flying down from everywhere
The crows
Set somber in the Tamarind
Then
From the very Tamarind
The moon
Would stretch his alabaster wing.
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Ismail.
July 1, 1928 – Nov 25, 2003
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