Jul/Aug 2010 Poetry

The Death of Pushkar Lake

by Shweta S. Banerjee

Artwork by Costel Iarca

The Death of Pushkar Lake

In the middle of a desert
that reservoir's water
had held within its ancient creases and folds:
sound of falling rain
floating hills
floating, misty mornings
floating birds—flying birds
floating temple stone
floating cold moons
and countless, dusty, pilgrim feet.


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