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THREE TRAVEL POEMS

THREE POEMS BY UMAR NIZAR

Mudumalai

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Through the mist,

in the night The driver spots you And stops the van, as You, block the road And refuse to budge. We cower, inside the van in primeval intimacy. Outside, Your words Trumpet.

Desert

Iron wheels gobble up, crumbs of desert. The ghost of a river, Flashes past, then memories of water.

Courtallam

A lean, mean waterfall, Spiting spray Prehistoric memories signal, redemption. Pilgrims emerge Bathed in clay And lounge in the sun, waiting to be reborn.

Seringapatnam

Of all the royal tombs Engraved, embellished, and worshipped Royals, courtiers, an entire harem Of voluptuous dead, A tiny piece Of marble cake, catches the eye. A child or a dwarf? A prince or a jester? A scholar or a spy? A miniature or an epic, In the tapestry of the cosmos.

Papanasam

Tourists bathe in the sun

On the fringes Of sacred geography Acquiring new sins As we wash off our old ones.

God's Own Country

As the plane touches down Kerala rises up to meet you With coconut tree hands Full of tourist brochure clichés Welcome Aloha Swagatham.

Through the mist, in the night The driver spots you And stops the van, as You, block the road And refuse to budge. We cower, inside the van in primeval intimacy. Outside, Your words Trumpet.

Iron wheels gobble up, crumbs of desert. The ghost of a river, Flashes past, then memories of water.

Of all the royal tombs Engraved, embellished, and worshipped Royals, courtiers, an entire harem Of voluptuous dead, A tiny piece Of marble cake, catches the eye. A child or a dwarf? A prince or a jester? A scholar or a spy? A miniature or an epic, In the tapestry of the cosmos.

A lean, mean waterfall, Spiting spray Prehistoric memories signal, redemption. Pilgrims emerge Bathed in clay And lounge in the sun, waiting to be reborn.

On the fringes Of sacred geography Acquiring new sins As we wash off our old ones.

PapanasamTourists bathe in the sun

As the plane touches down Kerala rises up to meet you With coconut tree hands Full of tourist brochure clichés Welcome Aloha Swagatham.

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