The chimneys at the other bank cough out muffled ire.
The dogged looking little boats seem to be on fire
In hope of lighting up the sky mimic starry quiver
Yet in languid meander swells the lazy river.
Of lovers in their sweet embrace, untouched by all vice
In corners within kisses deep, lust lives in disguise.
Vendors in their tattered best, invite in their voice
Vie to make a meal for night. A virgin makes her choice.
Curiosity peeps to see if filth could find its path
To banks of sacred pilgrimage. A Brahmin takes his bath.
The silent tale of
As sunset kisses whiskey-skies, pheasants make for flight.
6 comments:
a rich vocabulary to exercise your observations... liked it very much.
Perceptive.. it was a treat..
how you paint with words....
# N.A- Vocab ?? where ? :)
#k.b- "Thanks" would be my word.
# Misa- Never did justice to the paint-brush and my water colors. Making amends with pen and paper now ( going by you). Thanks a lot.
that is beautiful.. could you let me know that photograph of the ghat has which bridge in the background? :)
That wud b da 2nd hooghly bridge in kol....yo
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