Second Love Poem

mustard flowers

entangled in your tangled hair

we pass through fields not ours

but

it is about the catching of the sun

shining on life’s villages

these morning roads

in programs

parrot green against red sandstone

from the turret of which

the muezzin will call

to acres and acres

of yellow mustard flowers

you will bathe your head in yellow mustard

in the early morning

you will hear the sun fall

Ashok Niyogi

Barnwood poetry magazine