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In the blue mountains
Passions do not rise high.
The mountains gently shake
Shimmering silver oaks off
The wind in their hair.
The matronly mountains
Squat pretty in the valleys
Wearing their best velvets.
The air here is tea-fragrant
As magical woman-fingers
Pluck two leaves and a bud
And hurl them into baby-baskets.
My figures are shadowy, squatting
On the river bank with halos intact.
They lost their identity, however
In the prevailing spatial situation.
A certain woman here is selling knickknacks
On the Kankariya lakefront dying of plastics
The rim of the lake is framed in orange dusk.
Her eye-contact touched a fellow-seller,
An old man in a monkey cap, nearby,
Who is weighing people for small money.
My interests are poetry writing and photography
