White Tombstones by Sankha Ghosh

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White Tombstones by Sankha Ghosh

 

That night as I turned homewards,

in the heart of the city

scores and scores of nameless tombstones broke through the mist;

 

at first they seemed

to be rows and rows of kneeling nuns,---unmoving,

crystallised in prayer;

 

in the winter breeze

the world trembled guilt-laden to the fragrance

of the eucalyptus;

 

but then

the mist became a wall,

prayer turned to reproach, of those white stones,

 

smooth, epitaphless; as

I turned homewards

 

 

loving kindness

Ninna