In the next century, yadavas of
Devgiri ruled the ripe punewadi
Until thirteen seventeen when Islam
Arrived from Turkic roots of khilji.
With a new tughlaq fire on Delhi's throne,
Blood watery vein borne took the deccan
Queen in her infancy and enclosed her;
Betrayal from own ranks- Bahmani stage,
Strangled rage, spark from tungabhadra's banks
And one became five; five a holy mess-
Temples of old reskinned to sufi shrines,
Brahmins, traders and farmers outcasted
But sahyadri like a benign father,
Southwest monsoon in pockets, like chocolates
Circulated among children all same
To dress the deccan soil in its black fame.
~Ajay
24/3/19
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seaboyman ~ poetry
Poetry~ is that not the perfect visual image of life and death / a fish flapping on the carpet and a fish not flapping on the carpet ~
