Dust devil

Dust devil
A big dust cloud,
Rising amid the bare-brown fields,
Bereft of vegetation,
Laid waste by the developers
By ceaseless quarrying
For sand to be used
For newer homes to be made soon,
Swirling down the deserted road,
On late May afternoon,
Spinning expertly,
Its vertical column
Greyish and glistening,
On the flat plain,
Scaring the rustic lone child,
Playing in the barren rocky field
By its sheer velocity
And crossing the scorched grounds
And hitting a busy highway road,
Of bare concrete and passing automobiles,
The dusty giant
Moving rhythmically,
Like a colossus dancer driven;
There are ghosts inside the dust cloud,
That make the dust rise up to the bleak
Informed her dead ma once,
The semi-clad kid stares
At the dust-devil,
And runs inside
A thatched
Broken home,
Fearful of all the
Swirling devils—
Both the
A dark home.

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About Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 22 published books: Seven collections of poetry; three of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA: http://www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html For more details, please visit the website: https://sunil-sharma.com/

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