Sunday, April 6, 2008


aramane is another poem of Kaifi Azmi that moves me whenever I read it. The irony of the workers becoming strangers soon after a house is built had struck me a long time ago. When I read the poem for the first time, it felt as if he had voiced my own thoughts!

I wonder what was the fate of the sculptors who built the temples in the olden days.

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