OPINION

Forest, Poems of Gwalior

August 26, 2010
Amitabh Mitra

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words and feelings grew rampantly in a forest of distant thunder in sleep in corrosion only the eye flickered catching a ray sometimes strange is this time stranger is you strange is unresolved mindful of tomorrow

dawn
the fort banks off
at another
angle.


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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