Poetry at Sangam



JAISALMER 3 by Gulam Mohammed Sheikh

(Translated by Saleem Peeradina and the author.)

Raising its head above the fort, the city
was looking earthward :
Charming, rows of houses,
and still more delightful, the lane winding
through the ruined mansions.
The majestic city was peering down from above.
Then came
camels trumpeting funnels of dust:
grey, brown, swift-footed camels
taking the town as if by storm
and on their way out,
hauling away the fort on their backs.
Speechless, naked.
The city
stood outraged: hesitated for a moment
then shamelessly went after
the dust-spirals.