[size=150]Purana Quila[/size]
Posted: 25 Mar 2013, 07:20
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Purana Quila
Father often spoke about the Mughals
their life and art and architecture,
the exquisite red stones
and marbles of Purana Quila.
''A fort,'' he said, ''a great
treasure of India.
Daddy's history
also a great treasure;''
puffing away his Will Filter cigarette
telling us about Humayun,
the architect.
Humayun in a desert
puffing away a handful of chaff,
‘’let you fame spread like this’’ he said
holding the unwashed Akbar in his hands.
Humayun did not name
the city after himself,
huddled with his star maps,
peering into the telescopes
of his private library.
Humayun rests in a nearby
tomb where Indraprastha
sleeps and earthenware
vessels survive;
Now, my father's sleeps
remembered in my poems.
My imagination
places my poem between
earthenware of Purana Quila
and my father who puffs
into a Wills Filter cigarette;
Endless gaze upon his favorite site
of tireless India.
Purana Quila
Forts stand fortified
exquisite marble, red stones
mark heritages of India
architectural authority
tall, brave, deep foundations
as only master engineers can.
Humayun who left
Sher Shah who took over
added magnificence to interiors.
Daddy's history was like a story
can see him puffing away chaff like Humayun
remember asking in wonderment,
'how can a baby be born
in a desert, Dad, there are no hospitals, no doctors
Dad said 'it is natural.'
Horse shoe arches, well worked prayer places
frescos in marble, supplemented
with red stones symmetrically,and octagonal interiors
the well learned Humayun not naming the city
after himself, cuddled with books, peering into
telescopes in a private library
falling down a ladder slipping accidentally,
creating legend of a curse
and the reason for another fort
Humayun rests in a nearby tomb
where Indraprastha sleeps
Mahabharatha happened
as the earthenware vessels survive;
Purana Quila asli,
Indraprastha asli,
ruins and vessels asli,
1000 BC. asli;
my imagination,
this poem
placing my poetry somewhere
shadow Mughal puppets
all naqli.
Purana Quila
Father often spoke about the Mughals
their life and art and architecture,
the exquisite red stones
and marbles of Purana Quila.
''A fort,'' he said, ''a great
treasure of India.
Daddy's history
also a great treasure;''
puffing away his Will Filter cigarette
telling us about Humayun,
the architect.
Humayun in a desert
puffing away a handful of chaff,
‘’let you fame spread like this’’ he said
holding the unwashed Akbar in his hands.
Humayun did not name
the city after himself,
huddled with his star maps,
peering into the telescopes
of his private library.
Humayun rests in a nearby
tomb where Indraprastha
sleeps and earthenware
vessels survive;
Now, my father's sleeps
remembered in my poems.
My imagination
places my poem between
earthenware of Purana Quila
and my father who puffs
into a Wills Filter cigarette;
Endless gaze upon his favorite site
of tireless India.
Purana Quila
Forts stand fortified
exquisite marble, red stones
mark heritages of India
architectural authority
tall, brave, deep foundations
as only master engineers can.
Humayun who left
Sher Shah who took over
added magnificence to interiors.
Daddy's history was like a story
can see him puffing away chaff like Humayun
remember asking in wonderment,
'how can a baby be born
in a desert, Dad, there are no hospitals, no doctors
Dad said 'it is natural.'
Horse shoe arches, well worked prayer places
frescos in marble, supplemented
with red stones symmetrically,and octagonal interiors
the well learned Humayun not naming the city
after himself, cuddled with books, peering into
telescopes in a private library
falling down a ladder slipping accidentally,
creating legend of a curse
and the reason for another fort
Humayun rests in a nearby tomb
where Indraprastha sleeps
Mahabharatha happened
as the earthenware vessels survive;
Purana Quila asli,
Indraprastha asli,
ruins and vessels asli,
1000 BC. asli;
my imagination,
this poem
placing my poetry somewhere
shadow Mughal puppets
all naqli.