Parvaz
Trees are words
and light writes distances. - Adonis
A backward look comes to mind now:
On Anna Salai, in the muggy heat of Madras,
Like Basho, waving farewell to a friend long
after the beloved body disappeared into dusk.
This is what I have been doing every autumn
For a decade as leaves cleave the cooling air.
There are distances of time woven into the creases
Of my face. After years you ask me how I am:
Scan the trees' calligraphy when the winter comes
to know how separation (or flight?) is written in light
My Poems
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