A Similitude

Sonnet by Shamik Banerjee

One noonday, having downed a moreish lunch,
I ambulated up a lane where old
And nameless trees, with ancient tales untold,
Saluted me. I watched the masons munch

Ghee-dipped parathas. Suddenly, a bunch
Of winter's adamantine clouds were holed
By shooting beams, as if some rods of gold
Had been dropped by The Artisan. I hunched

Over a fence and mused: if that same dome
Of purple-blue stretched out to foreign spaces
I'd longed to go and if that very lane
Contained the same earth as those scenic places,

Then I've already visited Bahrain
Or treaded on the holy grounds of Rome.

Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India. He resides in Assam with his parents. His poems have appeared in Fevers of the Mind, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and Westward Quarterly, Dreich, The Hypertexts, among others, and some of his poems are forthcoming in Willow Review and Ekstasis, to name a few.

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