OLD POST alert — Day 30: “Between Poeming”
Here was the final, Day 30, prompt, hurrah to the end of April Poem a Day!
“For today’s prompt, I want you to write a farewell poem. After all, we are saying farewell to another wonderful National Poetry Month. Say farewell to this month; say farewell to a vacation spot; say farewell to a bad relationship; say farewell to work; say farewell to school; say farewell to saying farewell even.”
Read more at: April PAD Challenge: Day 30
I’ve heard about riled up days that hated names of verses
They preferred riding jaunty jeeps through the old town
Earlier than the rooster, stopping for certain numbered doors
Possibly those sweaty days turned swear words into Molotovs
Singed bamboo screens drying after summer’s whimsy and rain
Left a few blackened posts under roofs where someone lived
Possibly I imagined my footsteps would precede yours there
Even now, waiting, a tender pastured horse munching rhymes
Your leftover half-ghazals, their florid maktas, for this was love
Didn’t Ghalib live here? My rickshaw man pedaled and smiled
He bought his quarter peg here every evening, walked from there!
No wonder I imagined your beard hair on the banister, wind-tangled
If he was still behind that cindered verandah I would not know
Holding broken bangles pieces of a departed love, post intermission
Alvida, he must’ve said, in a sad refrain, adding in English, “So long”.
Image from the Internet: The facade of an Old Delhi building. In many places, new structures have pushed the old architecture out, once housing poets (including the immortal Mirza Ghalib), commoners, courtiers and soldiers. Some old structures have also fallen prey to recent communal clashes in India and stand in their broken, cindered states.