| 20. city
The farmers lay out money
To the sly traders
Month after month, day after day.
People step aside
When strong men take to the road.
Comely women hitch up their skirts to outlaws and brigands.
Such is the way the river flows
Soundless and southward
This side of the red walls.
The scholar grows roots
Deeper than Dilli's foundations
And hazards the import
Of my letters next: eleven |
