The Fall… Mahe Jabeen Baig, Telugu, Indian
He was always like that.
Whenever I asked him to come alone
He would bear Springs along;
In the silence of the open without
Trees used to rehearse marching drills;
The sky-scape would freeze
In the waters of the meandering stream.
…………
I faintly remember the stars melting away.
*
No. No
I neither want the moon nor the moonlight.
The lone sun is enough for me.
Let me pass off this gloomy night
In my longing for him.
*
He was always like that.
Like a wandering minstrel
He would bring some trills along.
In his presence
I would relive my cherished childhood,
This body would become a cradle of sensations,
And I nestle snugly in his warm embrace.
At the bewitching hour
He would wake me up
And narrate pitifully
How bullets chase
The tinkling ankle-bells.
Then, with all apprehensions
I tuck him safe in the vaults of my heart.
*
He is not seen now.
I don’t know where he fell off
At the sudden onset of Fall.
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Mahe Jabeen Baig
(Born 1961)
Telugu Poet
- Mahe Jabeen Baig
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