Sunday, July 25, 2010

Born in Allahabad

To be born in Allahabad
Is to be surrounded by
Different histories and shadows:
The graveyards, the old havelis,
The stone cathedrals and
The hubbub of intellectual audacity.

You carry it in your teeth
On your tongue,
In your skin,
In the style of your being,
And when you enter the darkness
You know which way to go.

1 comment:

Smita Tewari said...

thanx for this one! do we Allahabadis really deserve it?
came looking for your poems & found this exciting one on good ole Alld. where I continue to live!