another day I came to see you
after many deserts
had cut into many a season
and an insanity
as old as the tamarind tree
had redrawn its borders
as is this road
by an ugly coated
only afternoon of summers survived
the once massacre
stretching it far to me
friday prayers in the same mosque
hold years brittle of hope
i bow my head to an avenging storm
you knew I will come
if only to peep
inside musty shadows
if only to hold you
in suffused
if only to smell
the surge
in glee
in abandon.
with you

Amitabh Mitra