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The Village Remembers Devotion

By Amritendu Ghosal

           THE VILLAGE REMEMBERS DEVOTION

             An unhooked summer evening
    A few shops bob atop the bubbles of drowsiness
               The lanes are dim
         The seventy-year-old grocery man
           Opens a steel can of ghee
      For his friend --The cream is good
               Homemade-- he says.

       His friend in grey trousers and a white shirt
               Buys two cigarettes,
                a box of matches
        and a five-rupee pack of butter biscuits.

        My heart pings to the sky and pongs back
      Who would suspect that the world was on fire?
        The stars while away a few more minutes
            Smoking in the back alley
      Before broadcasting intergalactic lessons
           On space, time and proportion.

                Night descends
         The cows are back in the shed
    I hear, floating in with the western breeze
  Kirtan songs from the temple at the top of the hill
      Where they say Vishnu had set his foot
   So long ago nobody could tell exactly how long.
  The sweet cymbals mingle with the resonant dhol
         The eternal rhythm keeps playing
      The children fall asleep in the village.

Amritendu Ghosal works as an Assistant Professor in Department of English at Anugrah Memorial College, Gaya. He has completed his doctoral research from Banaras Hindu University, Varanasi and has worked as a Fulbright Foreign Language Teaching Assistant at Brown University, Rhode Island, USA. His poems have appeared in Ucity Review, Mad Swirl, Visions, Shot Glass Journal, The Tipton Poetry Review, The Sunflower Collective etc.

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