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Reproductions
Reproductions of Mughal miniatures
cut out from last year's calendar
and fragments of real Gandhara sculpture
bought for a song.
Almond-blossoms fall
and a crowcarved out of ebony
pushes itself through the rain.
I sit scraping the rust off my ancient coins.
Daud Kamal
Language Riot
Kaleem Omar
Return to Rajagriha
When Gautam reached the spot The path from there to here
Now called Sattapanni Was clear. All was orderly
He was tired, but happy. On either side. People debouched
He walked further up the hill From barn and sty to walk that lane.
And sat down on a boulder Gautam smiled. Some he knew
Still warm with the sun, Would exaggerate what he had done,
And looked north: Others renege, and a lucky handful
Smoke curled lazily Follow to the radiant conclusion.
From a clearing in the grove, below, But he was satisfied
Where his disciples were busy With what had been done.
Preparing the evening meal. Then he faced the East:
From that eminence Here was nothing but wilderness,
With his perfect vision he could see Jungle piled upon jungle,
The towers of Kapilavastu And snowy wastes, and not
Where his abandoned wife and child A track anywhere to be seen.
Still waited; Undeterred, Gautam rose,
The tree in whose shade Impatient to begin again
He had received intimations What only he could begin.
Of his destiny; He judged what light there remained,
And the deer-park in Benares, And with the sun behind his head,
The place of his first acclaim. He began his descent.
Taufiq Rafat