As I Took the Right Turn

As I took the right turn, lo, the crescent Like Urdu letters but pink and silken From two mountains meandering descent Raw hues of hours dark and blue keep folding As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers A shining swing of swords like the sliced moon In polkas of blood a dark blue shiver From red jungles comes up a meaty Hun Then all of a sudden the grudging sky Came down in rains washing the whole vista Chin on elbows, children, who danced so high All flames went back in the gladiola At the seafront mighty waters were sands My face I held with ailing wrinkled hands 27 June 2019