Basu Maan Poems

He loves her body
that she does hate,
he owns her flesh
as he’s her mate –
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A brawny hunk
stands in the house
still, unmoved,
espies all inmates.
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Silent forest to the left
and deep gorge to the right,
stood as mere witness
when she walked out of sight.
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White fluffy snow flakes
on the stiffened wiry hair
can smell the beloved ‘her’
in the utterly foreign air…
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Still, soft rain drizzles
upon this sleeping vale,
untimely shower washes
the pitch and gravel.
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Now the important news,
reading out all over again.
From the white house is being spread,
as contraceptive, peace vocalizations.
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Surely you hate
can't love
your room,
this suburb,
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Local men,
their dialects –
talk of the town.
Some residents
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Feeling sheer pity
for the lonely heart of mine –
that, to throb furthermore,
perhaps has forgotten,
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There, beyond the woods,
miles over the valley
somewhere far away;
there, where rainbow hangs
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