INDUS SCROLL (for Suhail Lari*)
 
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- by adrian a. husain
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My people of stucco, clay
how readily they gather
in their other world -

across fields      
against stone-bedded mountains
or at ease outside thatched hutments
with their nativity animals and earthenware bowls

In twos or threes       
or in a ghostly column
baskets on heads, moving to
nowhere.

Most with eyes averted        
while the young gaze back -  
gaze through, look afar
though intent on being looked at

and singled out, choreographed
take a chance 
on a life by proxy -
as do some with age on their faces

women more than men
a web of fear and gloom
focusing, telling us this is them

Yet there are drums, music
revelry amid the rubble
and bristling of bodies in a game

dust, distance
dull glitter of arms before sunset
and somewhere

a stagnant pool’s privileged gleam  

 
 

(*written on the occasion of the launch of suhail lari’s book of photographs, titled Mere Mitti kay Log)

 
 
was published in November 2016
 
 
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