Poetry: East London

June 27, 2010
Amitabh Mitra


east london
an african sun suddenly stood
in the midst of rain
and thoughts
a song climbed
another tenor
splashing you
ferns of laughter grew wild
a patter of rainsteps
ran amok
of distant shores
long lost touch
wet with a shiver
of dawn.

Photograph by Kaustav Mitra

An orthopaedic surgeon in a busy hospital in East London, South Africa, I actually belong to Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, its long summers and hectic politics. I edit a print poetry journal called 'A Hudson View', a journal on African arts called 'Inyathi' and dream of going back to Gwalior. My blog on South African Arts is http://www.amitabhmitra.blogspot.com/
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