This Hour
Not in a hurry to get anywhere
Nobody's waiting for me either--
On the bed the scolding sunlight
Silences the door and window curtains.
The black-and-white photograph a big blur--
Raven locks. On an amazed sky
Fly tufts of white hair.
No work, no leisure time either
Potter around with my books and notes
Wipe away the dust whorls of Time,
Time that never does return.
The spirit wants to join an adda
The body is no longer willing
I startle as I step on a rickshaw:
Who was it that I'd told to come over?
And why had I told him to come over?
Surely that fellow will not be pleased.
What am I to do? I keep forgetting things…
The time passes with clouds
I watch the sun-drenched sparrow
Flock of girls hanging wash on the roof
Smell of spices sizzling on their bodies.
This is their time and only theirs
A break from work that rises and flowers.
All I do is watch buds bloom
Look at bees buzzing to and fro
Touch to see misted memories, song,
And dreams in pieces aplenty.
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