OPINION

Baba

August 09, 2010
Amitabh Mitra

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baba passed away in a strange land stranger a scientist wept at his loneliness ashamed he turned his head away the final light clasp was unearthly he passed on his dreams to a son a contract of constellations kolkata, benares, kanpur, gwalior lives unlived for baba i whispered in a galaxy of darkness death could have been lot kinder who would now tell me to come back home who would listen on the phone in deft attention although he hardly could hear anything his ashes were poured in the ocean at east london the priest told me it's the same the same ocean goes to the ganges the earthen pot containing his ashes toppled on to the sea but always came back with the waves the priest pondered, baba wants to come back

and i live
wearing a second skin
living in churning motion
of broken suns
living encountering
many non life forms
living a zenith of
foretold ideas
and i live for ancient
words i can never share

only baba's outline
sink in cohesion
his voice far shadowed
than before....


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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