This poem is taken from PN Review 75, Volume 17 Number 1, September - October 1990.
Two PoemsNANABHAI BHATT IN PRISON
At the foot of Takhteshwar hill
there is an L-shaped house
hidden from the road
by five mango trees
planted by Nanabhai Bhatt.
Huge crows swoop over
the L-shaped terrace,
red-beaked green parrots fight over
the mango trees. Some years the monsoons
sweep away too much.
It is 1930, 1936 ...
It is 1942:
Nanabhai sits writing for a moment
while my grandmother
gives orders to everyone.
The next day, he lands in prison again:
thrown in without a trial
...
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