crimson acres
written by: Aroop Mitra
you locked
up shadows
in old chests
with rusty hinges
and ramshackle fittings
these fields of tulips
seemed steeped
in blood & the weight
a thousand years
suspend on fragile
frame all too human
the trees accuse
indifferent skies
while swathes of falcons
recycle from remote
fastnesses in spirals
they breed.
Born 1955. Did Masters in Literature. Practised as a journalist with corporate houses and also taught college. Published books of verse. Freelancer at present.
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- Tales - August 31, 2018
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