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Oct 2010
on the other-side of a grave wall
there may rightly be a water-vessel
that is chicken-hearted by birth  

there may not be around her
a stretching of water-body

do remember
when we all went that day to catch the train
the room of the rail-station was totally vanished

after enquiry it was revealed that
it had gone to observe holidays with its family
in the yolk of the eggs of the snipe

before opening the no-door to take a leap i also knew
that the top-branch of a green and large grasshopper
was mainly made up of white-stones

i did not also have
any mystic words  
given by the moon
to recite silently

so without caring for the water
i made a all-complete ocean
with sands and cement

throughout the  year  
solvency gets down
from the body of the traffic signal

even-then
the monsoon this year
has been under the poverty-line  

and the ray of hope is that  
it is this circuitous route
leading to the top of the himalaya

that would one day
play the tune of differential calculus
on her guitar
Written by
murari sinha  Kolkata
(Kolkata)   
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