The birds are gone;
I can see only a lonely egret
Not on Mithi river, but beside
In a stagnant pool off western bank.
Up above, the half-moon
Of Shelley’s 'intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear’.
On the north, a Boeing 732 rising
At a whale-like angle in the air
With the large fin on the back.
All about me, green mangroves
As I take my morning walk
On Bandra_Kurla link road bridge
Slumdwellers squatting regularly
On sides of the dirt road down.
Interrupted by the birdsong
EHA-like, seeking to keep company,
But I’m not inclined, nor able,
To distinguish and allocate.
Forgotten almost.
Heat is in the air,
I return home fast.
Easter Sunday
8th April 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice observation of morning in Mumbai, while taking a walk. juxtaposition ov nature and urban images. lovely.