After Square ( Guardian) Tishani Doshi
What is a square ? always a question,
Is it diagram, a figure, a graphic
Limited space, unique in my mind.
A wooden framework, human invention,
image full of hidden crafts, would have been
arts embedded in it. Square is my home, serene
where frames of godheads are hanging
on the wall. On extension, it is my garden,
where sanctified aura blooms in multiples.
Another square, cells multiple within our
Fragile body, again another side, a slow
Demarcation with the passing of time;
When drawing close, when square shakes,
falling from structures, become one
mud, still it is a square, inimitable its way.
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