Exiled, Poems of Gwalior

July 29, 2010
Amitabh Mitra


east london on a bleak winter sea side exiled or did i run away when nothingness surmounted gwalior a fortitude strung of lingering summers with your name no longer tied up when you were no longer there an eye refused the absence of your silence when the sea shared thoughts random talks of an unsure emblem held in a night just before the dark winter overbearing many years since why does then your name wafts so deftly on a seascape horizon still.

Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh 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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