Ajit Das Poems

Faith! Which faith do you talk of?
One that offers easy answers
or no answers at all, meaning
submission without any query?
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When you went away,
you left behind a host of items.

I made an inventory:
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If you're a lesser mortal, have you ever tried
to get through a bureaucrat
who somehow supposes taking calls,
picking up the phone himself, dwarfs his official status?
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We may not have fear from friends and foes,
nor be afraid of the past, the present and the future,
nor harbour fear during the day and the night.
So says the wise man in the pages of the scriptures.
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Subverting the system yielding no escape route
and law, finally, taking its own course,
the VIP feigns chest pain, moves in an ambulance
from hospital to hospital for urgent medical aid,
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The deep frozen origin drips;
the river collects its mass,
begins the serpentine move
over moss, around rocks,
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Coming out of mother's womb,
you met the fate that awaits one born
out of wedlock even today.
Not cradled in her lap, but abandoned
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The night deepens;
street lights glint like eerie lamps
in the thickening dark.
Silence dissolves all echoes
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The dragon of summer spews fire,
draining moisture with its yellow heat.
Chataks holding their heads high up
wait for rain to slake relentless thirst.
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The snow-white body, red beacon, siren
fitted on the top,
the ambulance waits at the hospital's gate
for emergency calls.
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