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a poem regarding evil-company

thus do learn how to tolerate

the blow of wings

of the most inflammable flesh

 

after the successful sacrifice of the student-hostel

jumping into the peacock-foams

how dangerously is changing the total travel-route of the nail-polish

 

in the high tide of the coconut-kernel

that conquers the world

today the water-pigeon gets pain

 

only by the flute made of palm-leaf

can’t be written the pleasure-trip in boat

of the injured-knee night-queen that is deposited heavily

on the collar of the village-moonlight

 

even-then the gramophone would be playing on

even-then the courageous pheasant would proceed further

to throw towards the squirrel a dinner-sleep

 

then all the daughters in disguise of birds certainly

may come out from within the salted mosquito-net

burning open-ground in their  eyes

 

even after  

the small boats of the fig leaves                      

would slip from the chorus song

of the roses

 

then they are to be pulled forward to the river-bed

of the late afternoon

 

to make them understand again

 

that such Xerox-centre which can ignore its metallic-birth

does not grow even now  on either side of this muddy road

 

so look at to see how the  epenthesis

of the screwpine-leaf withdraws her beak from the old dome

 

and pours

all new mathematics

 

into the compact-disc stitched with the back of the sea-tortoise

 

if that’s not real

how in the left and right

such evil-company of the oxygen would creep

 

if the next part of this commentary

resumes from the umbilicus cavity of the x-mass

would the blood-sugar of the water-plankton be rising continuously

 

look there again

the feather of colour that is in her adolescence  

touches the cold magnet of her gamut

to disperse the cherry orchards

 

now if the doors of this brown triangle be got open

 

you can see on the screen one by one

the projection of the apex-points of the red-palash

 

and in the night-texture of the kathakali-kathak

they are supplying continuously  

small sun-shines in poly-packs

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murari-sinha
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Published
Sep 13, 2010
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