All Over The Grey Buildings

August 30, 2010 at 7:44 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 the faded yellow ones,

all over gloom dreaming.

Here, in the evening,

in the square,

pigeons are picking on feed

in the buzz of the market.

The lanes of descending darkness

are broken by the whir of cars

and people walking past

the shops with their lights

coming on;

the merchandise, the customers,

the tailoring shop, the bookshop,

the grocery stores, the saree shops,

the restaurants, the tea-sellers,

the vegetable sellers, the fruit sellers and 

the flower-sellers outside the temple

calling out their wares

have now brought the moon down to Matunga.

– Dominic Alapat

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