Sitabz Garg

...a flower
For my
Dog:
She sleeps
...

In the lake
by the old temple
a lotus fell in love.
...

Dark skinned,
cross eyed,
with thick mascara
She was a poet.
...

By the bedroom window
There is a photograph,
Of our family trip to the zoo.
my wife posing for a photo
...

To the gravedigger, dear sir
let the ivy grow and the rain fall in the stele
As a flower fall from Eden, I hear the angels sing
While I slightly twist and turn in the God's acre, so deep.
...

Whose idea it was,
An early morning picnic by the beach!
The air is cold and the sea is loud
With the sea gulls all clattering
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And softly again rises the raged storm
In the fields of wheat and rye
There is no home for butterflies
But a falcon winds by
...

What do the heavenly eyes gaze upon?
A squall hurdles
As silence, descend to rain
her temple doors rattle
...

We dont
have a story
So a love song
will never be.
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The sleepy morning
woke
with a shiver
in the coldest
...

A white cat
strolls out
for the night.
Strange music
...

In the winter rain
I held your Melting body
The paint leaving you
Escaping me
...

I am lifeless,
coldest of the coldest
Sculptures of stone .
An alter lies barren
...

The old moon smells
of dust,
the bloodless peasant girl
I have to share her with old and ancient beings.
...

We ran deep into the woods
from the other side of the wire
an enemy came with me.
Stripping our uniforms bare
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We hear a sound
and our instincts
they yell fire
But there was no sound
...

These pebbles were
once a moon,
an old moon,
Our moon.
...

You
old
lizards
...

A feast on your honour
Gold, silver and our first harvest
I also give to you my only son,
firstborn.
...

In a language that the mother of all my mothers spoke
I bear you a gift from the filthy muddy stream,
coloured in the design ofthe ivory sky
It follows the sun
...