Mahim Retibunder

October 2, 2008 at 11:35 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)


From these steps the light

envelops all, the buildings

dark and looming on the other side,

the boats; there is chatter on the sands

where groups of people sit.

Beggars, drug addicts, holy men

have gathered on the beach; some are praying.

Fires are lit at places, the flashing golden light

lighting up faces along the sandy strip.

The night is thick over the buildings,

stretching in a curve along the beach.

In some houses, the lights have been switched off.

The beach hums with the muffled voices of its

visitors, its rag-tag bunch of life nested as though

washed in by the sea everyday. We walk and

watch fingers roll over prayer beads, chillums

raised to the night.


– Dominic Alapat   


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