Allah Buksh

go site His fingers controlling/the fountain of water/splashing on the parched soil/The ageless Allah Buksh/Allah Buksh is a Sufi. Poetry by Sukrita Paul Kumar.

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watch Wrapped in divine indifference and dispassionate love scurrying across rooms and the wrinkled grounds of the old Dilli college water-mashk tied on his back around the slender waist, his fingers controlling the fountain of water splashing on the parched soil The ageless Allah Buksh, heavy with grey silence, unperturbed Remember, hundred years ago Mirza Ghalib turned back From the gate of this building This monument The fountain of water ready to quench the ancient thirst Now, table after table chair to chair Go get a cigarette Allah Buksh, Allah Buksh get the cash from the bank Go get a glass of water Cigarette, cash, water, notices… Allah Buksh Here to there All the chores completed Faithfully in the mind But in actuality only the last one Allah Buksh scurrying from here to there for over half a century the same hollow eyes sunken cheeks, stretched face with streaks of gold and dark tan Allah Buksh is a Sufi everywhere and nowhere Transparent presence Older than  the old old Dilli college and younger than the teenagers in the classrooms.

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