– Nabina Das
Never love in a hurry — it churns the mercury within us, so give the nights their swooning shot lull each
day to curl in with the drift
Right now the clouds gather electricity the hills of Maula Ali court nightbirds the evening has only come about among frantic traffic and my desires
The one-legged carts of bajjis in the rain the cheap rum spills in the puddles salt mixing with the laburnum gone grey — nothing but love worming inside us
Never forget too long — like trash lying by the wayside still smelling of roses from the courier-man a little rancid, lust-lilted, but pining alright
Nabina Das is a poet and writer based in Hyderabad.
nabinamail@yahoo.com