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After you left

After you left
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Omair Bhat

1)

it’s this grief
of your leaving
that
has frozen
the frost in light

it scratches the
surface of
sky’s glass
from beneath
with the knife
edge of snow’s
sorrow

on a full moon
night
a spur of
wind escapes
earth

to adjust
the white
handkerchief
on your face
in the grave

the mountains
lie quiet beside
you

2)

under the cool shade
of pines and walnut
trees you sleep

to no end

and

a deluge of narcissus
blossoms on your feet

whenever the
sad breeze passes
over the village

a butterfly spreads
wings over your
chest

to keep you warm

3)

it is great sin to wail
over a martyr’s farewell
but before you were
a martyr and before
you even existed
for the mountains
as the spine and
pivot of revolution

you were
my friend

my elegy for you is like
the lament for the river

it’s searing
and endless.

The poet can be mailed at omairbhatdr@gmail.com.

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