Art & Poetry

Your Deccan Heart

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Sometimes, old streets and by lanes of a city are a memory, a joy which ring tears or a song. For a poet, the Deccan is one such place.
Carry me to your sleep, lady
Carry me,
Through the old by lanes of the old city
Through the lights that pass on empty streets
Of memory, through rusted wires of our disjoint gibberish
Carry me
Carry me to your sleep.






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