Rajendra Bhandari

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[an incomplete folk-tune]

© Rajendra Bhandari
Avdio produkcija: Haus für Poesie / 2016

an incomplete folk-tune

The Autumn Sky,

droops like an apple.

The perpetual burden of the skies

has hunchbacked the hills,


The eagle soars high above

as it's shadow seeks hapless chicks pecking.

The teenaged trees are mesmerised

by their own reflections in the Teesta.

The clouds wander from hill to hill

slandering the sultry sky.

The lush ricefields sway

In the yellow fragrance of the soil.

Miles below, the plains look jumbled.


The Khangchendzonga strolls out to bask,

it's sibling peaks in tow.

An incomplete folk tune

drifts along on Teesta's froth,


"Chhati bhari bokera pirai pir

Jadaichau hai Tista ko tirai tir.."


A northern breeze flirts

across the nose.


Setting aside his plough,

Hariprasad settles down to read

the travelogue on his soles.

Opening wide his chest he glances

at a sepia album of his past.

The walls washed bone-white

and blood-red, - he has lost count.

The numbed skin

forgets to scream.

But the heart remembers

its map of dreams, lovingly preserved

where children gambol

through fields,

through forests,

through teagardens,

seeking to pluck their own sun.


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