A Chaapaner Poem

I visited Chaampaner or Champaner, a village near Pavagadh, which was once upon a time capital of Gujarat, as one of babysitters for TYBA English students' picnic. I visited the beautiful place after good dozen years. I remember going to Champaner as an MA student in the dept as one of the volunteers for Heritage Trust programme, featuring a dance by Mallika Sarabhai. I took some interesting pics there during my recent visit. I also wrote a poem on my trip. So here it goes

My fingers chase a fleeting convoy of teals

Across the still lake of my page

An absence sinks

Through the sieve of dried teak leaves

of my eyes

My fingers trap

the reflections of the vanishing teals

the birds fly away unaware

a stray poem

surfaces from nowhere

( Champaner, Wada Talav, 1 Dec 2007,11:50 am)