OPINION

buried sea, Poems of Gwalior

August 28, 2010
Amitabh Mitra

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west bank east london the sea closes in departure sun froth swings in long lost tales creep back moist grass makes up for the lost time a sky shifts back to old alleys my face wet i can almost hear a call of muzzein from the dargah of khwaja khanoon at home

and
the old and buried
remains the
sea.

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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