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Poetry by Amitabh Mitra 

Amitabh is a hospital doctor and poet living in East London, South Africa.



© 2005 Amitabh Mitra





Summers in Delhi and
walking with you
in the Connaught Place arcade for hours
was just a ruse
hunting for bargains in lanes
and by lanes
of feelings and imagination.

A sudden gust of hot wind
holding to our sanity
blew your long hair that day
hiding your face.

You caught me unaware
within the partings of your hair
and a red dupatta sweeping your face.

I saw a turmoil suddenly let loose melting roads far ahead of us.
the sun showed no mercy on
an intensity of another moment in an emerging dust storm.

You held me tight in your sweaty hands
as we ran seeking refuge
behind colors of a season, your bangles, bindis
and lips in an afternoon
of tangled talk.   





Days blended into nights
and then suddenly
a raindrop
quietly managed
to touch
your cheeks
while you looked out through
the fort windows
drenched in a
train of wayward suns
creeping in
within a desert storm
camels stirring a
scattered rainbow
there was a whiff of
wet earth again
desires I had seen once
between your wet tresses
and laburnum
the window jali
caught up with
your eyes
the sun and the








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