The lake was different by rusty sluice gates
And shore trees steadfast and light waving
And we sat on the parapet with hair flying
And a photograph made the day with lake
In a frame of time in space, in the married
Space of a son and dreams of his new wife.

It has now pushed far behind ,a tiny sachet
That glistened in afternoon sun like plastic
A ribbon of waters rippled by gentle breeze
Mildly perfumed by an incoming monsoon.
And the monsoon would seem so far away
Tantalisingly out of grasp for a city’s thirst
In the lake’s dwindling bowl upside down
With its earth bed crackling,fish long gone.

(The Hussainsagar lake in Hyderabad)


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