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
Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteEvokes some memories of a long lot era. Loved reading it.
ReplyDeleteGlad we share the same feelings Durgaji. Thanks as always.
DeleteBeautiful words to match a beautiful photograph :)
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DeleteLovely poem! Inspired from the picture, I believe! :)
ReplyDeleteYes 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.
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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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