What would you have me do, dear poet?

Songs From Kashmir

I met the poet by our lake today

I gave him a plate of poor man’s food

He was more than usual
Torn today
His rags not of this earth

He hasn’t spoken at all

just stares into the ripples of water
then points his finger
to our red horizon
of a setting dusk
dragging it’s feet
to the dark of the coming night

I am not sure what he asks of me

What would he have me do
As his heaven burns

He just meditates on our red horizon

I do the same


Vaishali Paliwal

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