The poem was composed on May 25, 1980, barely two years after my marriage with Bulli


NOTHING CHANGES

It is the smae house
the same alcove
I shed my loneliness in
reading prayers and psalms
chanting mantras in fumes

it is the same room
the same cement rack
crowded with earthen idols
of Ganesh and Lakshmi
worshipped last Diwali

it is the same altar
the same paper-Kali
framed in glass and
dusted with sindoor
my wife put each day

it is the same floor
the same four walls
God watched us sweeping
and purifying with Dhoopam
each evening before bed

it is the same prayers
the same pleasures
we rejoice with impulse
they savour as sacrilege
our rituals of lust and labour

it is the same incommunicado
the same swearing by coal*
in the dark alley
nothing had changed
and nothing changes


*Dhanbad where I work and live is a coal city





Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2006-12-23 at 11:19

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