The Brahmaputra-Guwahati
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an early monsoon morning:
ferries begin to ply their day on the brahmaputra
four white egrets shoot across to the greens beyond
a clever mynah excuses herself to perch on a ferry
twigs of anonymous trees -
like promises rudely broken -
are carried away by swollen waters
while grey clouds gently take wings
to reveal the forehead of the distant hills
i suddenly uncoil myself
to walk -
the stinking alleys once again
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(Written on 16th July,2008, at Guwahati.)
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