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
