Seal of a Bull, Indus Valley Civilization, Harappa

Poetry,You Indifferent Fire Mountan

~my field lies fallow~

I coax a bullock to move.

In the full moon of its eye

My world is stuck.

If only I could,

With your consent,

Devour what your granite soul sheds,

You indifferent fire mountain.

Red rag of my heart,

Hear the wounded wind!

Hoof, sinew, breath of grass:

All in me engraved.

To you, no doubt, a dung fly’s rustle,

But all in me, engraved.

Will of an angered god,

Can you not hear

Sob and sigh of the unquenched

Waterwheel that feeds my breast?

Kingfishers flash and turn

Walnut trees spike the sun.

I coax a bullock to move.

Farida Haque

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