Arriving in Hyderabad
from Avadha (1986)
And then we arrived in Hyderabad.
It was already blazing hot in the afternoon.
To spew out hot steam at night
boulders burned red-hot through the day.
Only under these boulders, a little bit of
shade.
The crow on the clock-tower
posed a riddle:
a
sea without water
a
boat without sails
where
will they end up
those
who sail from here?
The fellow on the bicycle
banged his bell,
‘Don’t you have nights for your dreams,’ he snapped.
We hadn’t slept the night before.
The wail that was heard from Salar Jung Museum,
was it the wail of a yakshi, or of a ghost, or
was it the wail of a lonely frightened wooden
statue, or
was it the rhythm inside the hearts of the listeners?
We don’t believe any of these.
We will continue to do our work
as if nothing had happened.
The crow on the clock-tower?
Nobody has ever seen it since then.
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