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Saturday, 17 September 2016

Charminar Evenings







 I saw its time-worn dusk
Gave in to its Muezzin's call for prayer
I sank in its verses and pictured,
When they were adding the bricks
And slipping mortar into the Minarets
Did it bring nights this gentle and kind.
Evoked in a soul by now humbled
The echoes of an epoch gone by
Charmed under an evening unchanged,
Through the hawkers' pleadings
And the bangles in whose sheen
Memories of swords and songs
Were shining and dying






© Anupam


10 comments:

  1. Evokes some memories of a long lot era. Loved reading it.

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    1. Glad we share the same feelings Durgaji. Thanks as always.

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  2. Beautiful words to match a beautiful photograph :)

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  3. Lovely poem! Inspired from the picture, I believe! :)

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    1. Yes Saumy, the picture was unbelievable. I had to write something to honour it. And what you read is sourced from that moment in cusp of the past and present.

      Thank you. And welcome to Reflections

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  4. Usually pictures speak more than words, but in your poem one gets the whole scenario of Charminar - the tall minarets trying to save themselves from the encroaching market and horde of people; stories all lot. Loved the poem :)

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    1. Thank you for such an elaborate compliment Vaisakhi. Glad you feel this way about Charminar Evenings.

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