Unrushed geometrical winds
peddle red and pink desires
in scorching summer of indigo fields.
Kohl-eyed assassins
hidden in the golden pods of the hexagonal past
bruise, bite bituminous breasts
hard with ancestral memories of joy.
Mutinous bodies silently
shed thorns of bougainvillaea
in the whirring sounds of past atrocities.
With rippling, flamboyant mane
mendicant lions,
free and determined,
wander in the horizontal skies
in search of four-armed peacock pankha.
(Pankha means hand fan. And the poem is inspired by the centenary celebrations of Mahatma Gandhi’s famous movement against forcible indigo plantation in Champaran in 1917)
← Ashwani Kumar