Postcards from Malthusia DAY FIFTY-EIGHT: Amlanjyoti Goswami

Marble

for Naveen Capoor

 

Giant slabs still greet you

On the way to Sursura 

LPs stacked side by side

 

Here’s Miles, here’s Lou

And that’s Ella and in the corner, 

Nina, she’s sulking 

 

In a perfect triangle 

Awaiting the ideal customer

Who pays in cash, doesn’t bargain

 

Asks for no discount

Even for carriage, 

All the way to drawing rooms 

 

Of Delhi, Bombay, Bangalore

Where the rich live

In mirrors of white.

 

This city- Kishangarh

Is now quiet as the stone it wears

Behind us, half shaven, smoking thin Elle lights

 

The new rich in town, absent from this place

Which is really no place

They are different, they do not read

 

Or listen to Dizzy.

But listen, shh, 

That’s a peacock on the roof

 

And the peahen is back, the one who wrecked 

Our perfect Christmas decorations

This last dazzle of light 

 

Before we move in, 

And think again, of moving out

Once this storm has cleared.

 

 

Amlanjyoti Goswami has a collection of poems entitled River Wedding (Poetrywala). His poetry has been published in journals and anthologies around the world and also on street walls in Christchurch NZ, exhibitions in Johannesburg, an e-gallery in Brighton and buses in Philadelphia. He grew up in Guwahati, Assam and lives in Delhi.

 

 

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