Sunday, July 8, 2007

Loss of an Inheritance

sweet memories
of days gone by
of lucknow
pata nala
imli wali gully
nazmi begum
my grandmother
ammi
who was our
childhood ally
a dahleez love.. where
time stood by
daroga nabban saab
from the family
of mir anis mir taki mir
my grandfather his
untimely death
she would read his nohas
lonely remember
her unwoven dreams and cry
a little hanky her eyes would dry
a past that robbed of her happiness
and passed by
no one but her pawned inheritance to rely
a little son three daughters
time timelessness to defy..

daroga saabs son choudhan or Sayed deaf and dumb
for whom he said
sayed jo moonh se bole to kudrat ka ahad he
kabre nabi pe pholoonki chaddar chadaunga

sayed spoke and he placed the flowers
on the grave of the holy prophet

now nothing remains in lucknow of old
all what remained is ruins I am told
bricks that weep in the rains
memories unfold..
all dead grandmother ammi
nazmi begum
at rani malka jaahan..cemetery
nabban saab at gufra map
a small house that too will be sold
chuttan press lady has an eye and a hold
dust to dust what was once gold..
only scattered dust powder
open nallas, slime, , dirt unsold..


poem no 766

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