Muzaffar Buledi


Thirst

Shiva beat the cosmic drum.
Tranced, Nartaki started whirling dance
in the courtyard of a deserted temple.
Far away someone was singing a love song
in a forlorn voice to the tune of drum beats.
Half conscious, I was lying on desert sand
In the scorching sun, about to die of thirst of
centuries. When I raised my heavy eyelids,
I saw Nartaki sitting beside me,

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