by Shailendra Chauhan
The river is a river everyday
The bridge everyday is a bridge
The driver, jeep, contractor
All the same …
Why the mind
doesn’t go beyond these?
Looking around that day
I witnessed the trees
Passing away was
the Spring.
Passing over the Kurjan bridge
I saw the sky full of clouds
Expanding was the Ganga
A momentary sparkle of joy
and then –
the same driver
same jeep
same contractor
Even if these all change
Even then season won’t
Trees of Chinar
or Devdar
I don’t recognize
Enter in poetry
enter in mind
the names of
Kashmir, Himalaya
Opposite my home
from Peepal tree
Bird droppings continue
round the clock
The recognition of that tree
is out of poetry
What sort of forgetfulness
I forget many things
Also very lazy I’m
I don’t see even
the vicinage
Last updated June 14, 2013