Writer & Affiliation · लेखक परिचय
Bainapalli Vishal
Corresponding writer Independent Poet, Palasa, Andhra Pradesh, India
Published Work · प्रकाशित रचना
She arrived by dawn at my gate,
hoping she could pluck
flowers from my garden.
Clothes tattered, putrid stench,
discoloured skin.
I sit at my stairs,
listening to her
recite stories from past,
incomprehensible.
Poverty
kinship,
divergent roads.
Ties flowers in her dupatta,
crooked smile,
asks if she could come again
tomorrow.
Her silhouette disappears
in the road,
flowers carried away
for her God.
Writer & Affiliation · लेखक परिचय
Bainapalli Vishal
Corresponding writer Independent Poet, Palasa, Andhra Pradesh, India
Published Work · प्रकाशित रचना
It was all a jungle
where we plucked wildberries,
offered them to our Kuladevi
on the hill,
evenings filled
with sounds of crickets
and little green lanterns
as we walked down
chatting, eating prasadam.
The roads are wider now,
safer, and easier,
the hill barely green,
a layer shedding every season,
cement walls,
bustling streets,
and roaring horns.
But the shrine is nowhere.
