Homeland after Eighteen Years - A 48 hour Travelogue

K L Chowdhury
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Homeland after Eighteen Years
So here I am again,
to ask your pardon
for this innocent transgression
that only you make happen.
I take shots from all your sides,
yet, what sides am I talking of,
the perfect oval that you are?
Can anyone really capture
your formless form
in a painting, picture or sculpture?
A cup of Tea
After I have taken pictures
of the lake, the sky, the city,
appears Mahraj Krishen again
with a steaming cup of tea.
The temple priest joins soon after
pleading with me
to give him a quick look
for he has been ailing for long
from some mysterious illness
that gives him fever and weakness.
He calls it divine intervention
that Siva called me on purpose here,
for it was only a day earlier
that he had been counseled
to take the bus to Jammu
in order to consult me there!
Isn’t that providential, my lord;
isn’t that quite like you?
Or, are we humans too credulous
to make so much
of mere coincidences?