T H E F O R T R E S S
This darkness that arises to shut out
a whole set of stars,
This shipness,
Which in the day the aspect of the rough
round rocks assumes,
Hewn out of their part,
Is the dust which was molded into me,
The fortress that defended us,
Deserted and silent now deserting us,
As our lineage drifts from its sinking,
Into another world of fortlessness.
Yet it is kin.
Its rain-battered blacknesses
Elephantal,
Draws me in
As it does
The roads from afar;
Astride the past into which I am homing,
Banner resplendant
And as I depart,
Diminishing mammothly into a significant speck,
Which will faithfully arise again if I return,
Or yet remain gigantic
In some sure corner of the converting world
Within me,
Defending.
This is really brilliant, Indrajit. I love the powerful vocabulary. Fortlessness! Diminishing mammothly into a significant speck. I’m impressed.
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thanks Monika – this is about my feudal past!
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So beautiful and so touching!
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thanks
In dubai?
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Yes in Dubai.
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enjoying the kids and grandkids lol
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