Amiya Chakravarty Poems

Warm noon's joy spreads under the big leaved trees
Beyond the garden hedge,
The honeysuckle waves in the grey wind
On the wrought iron gate.
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Sir, the list is ready -—
things you cannot take away
from this exile, your humble clerk.
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A mountain village in Iran:
Our car halts under linden trees,
The heart of a poppy field
Opens with a red silky sky, and a warm mild scent.
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