Like a half-crown in the mist,
It never really cared about the borrowed light
That is a problem of the West
There were curio shops and cafes and magic valleys
The trees were wired, and transmitted tree-music across the ridge,
In between the brisk-walkers and enthusiasts.
The ridge comes to an end now
From here, you could only look ahead, but you couldn’t move on.

 

Dipanjan Chatterjee

Dipanjan Chatterjee

Dipanjan Chatterjee studied at Jawaharlal Nehru University and has his M.A. in English Studies from there; he splits his time between music and writing. His writing has been published previously in Vayavya and The Bangalore Review.

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