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04 diciembre A Chaapaner PoemI visited Chaampaner or Champaner, a village near Pavagadh, which was once upon a time capital of Gujarat, as one of babysitters for TYBA English students' picnic. I visited the beautiful place after good dozen years. I remember going to Champaner as an MA student in the dept as one of the volunteers for Heritage Trust programme, featuring a dance by Mallika Sarabhai. I took some interesting pics there during my recent visit. I also wrote a poem on my trip. So here it goes
My fingers chase a fleeting convoy of teals
Across the still lake of my page
An absence sinks
Through the sieve of dried teak leaves
of my eyes
My fingers trap
the reflections of the vanishing teals
the birds fly away unaware
a stray poem
surfaces from nowhere
( Champaner, Wada Talav, 1 Dec 2007,11:50 am)
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