The Wizard

The muffled echoes

Of the motorized boat

Cruising towards Gandhi-ghat

Had me in its spell

On an errand to get a technician

To fix the errant printer

The wintry breeze

Blowing across the dusty plain

Directed the course of my movement

Led me to the ground by the Ganges

Synonymous with my father’s name

The ground on its eastern side

Rising to the height of a hillock

On which we would sit proud

Watching father dribbling past

Unleashing a stinging volley into the net

I saw him

Showing his wizardry with the ball

On this very ground

In a dream

The night he took eternal leave of us.

First published in The Poetry Society (India)

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