JUNE IN HYDERABAD
(from Avadha 1986)
As soon as one says, ‘June in Hyderabad,’
what we want is
the pleasure of cold drinks
in glittering glasses,
a face that each of us desires
to look at,
to speak to.
A draught of breeze sneaks in once in a while,
if we are lucky.
Somewhere in that breeze,
the moisture of waves,
mingled with
the heat of many dry fields and banks
the breeze would have passed through.
It will rain tomorrow, if not today,
or maybe the day after, but
surely next week,
the rain will come.
Till then,
it is but natural to ruminate on
our past romances.
Won’t it be better if the
evening lamps are lit a bit later?
Why should the light of the sky
be driven away? We are our own lamps –
as long as we glow for each other.
Apart from that,
see how many divine faces are present
Aah!
What was that sound?
Ohh, it’s nothing.
Just an unexpected
drop
of
rain
falling
on
the
glass
window
pane.
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