At Lal Pul, or as they say it--Pakka Pul
I found the river again--the Gomti
She was a woman
walking beside me...
Her shadow was pierced by the
headlights of moving vehicles.
I looked at my Gomti
She was like a shy girl
hiding behind the curtain
observing how darkness slowly
comes down to the Earth.
But I am not shy Gomti
I do not live under the veil
I have a face, an identity
I have independence
which few woman can achieve in our society
and I am proud of that!
Gomti, with you
I found my sleeping poet inside
after a long time.
It may have happened before
that my beloved and I walked on this pul together
in a bygone time.
At Lal Pul, I thought
while smiling at my Gomti...
Can't we see her again
from the above
and from the below
can't we touch our bygone moments once more
with our dearest Gomti?
LKO
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