Gorilla-8

My friend your sky is swallowed by Amasya;
on the crossroads times is scattering its excrements on the statues;
Atleast cover the bodies of those voiceless figures with your torn
Rag, they are helplessly shivering in bitter cold-

Ganges was once a goddess, then became the road of boats,
And finally an irrigation canal flowing into our fields. Your see
In the hands of time even gods change their forms-

Brother, we may all be drowned today in the river,
But remember a day is bound to come, when the river itself
Will be drowned in the sea-

I know, another world is breathing in your brain, if your heart is good
Books will blossom on your lips-
If you should lift your foot, in what
Countries you cannot set it?
When are working do you know, how
Beautiful your hands look,

The strength and beauty of how many ideals dazzle
In your eyes. If you grow, all these palaces, assemblies, and
Academies will not measure up to your waist;
If you decide, you can unchain and leave all the canals
Into those millions of hungry fields. You can release onto yours
Country all those Apsaras that were imprisoned by the demon
Kalidas in his pages.

I shall see that day with my own eyes
And then one morning swallowing all the colours of the world,
Die and fly becoming a little memory.


GORILLA IS SESHENDRA SHARMA’S MODERN INDIAN CLASSIC PUBLISHED
IN 1976, WHEN INDIA WAS PASSING THROUGH THE CRUEL TIMES OF EMERGENCY IMPOSED BY INDIRA GANDHI

by Seshendra Sharma

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