Kanishka SricharanPratap Poems

''Poet's tongue...
Sheep head.''
Someone told sometime!
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Here is my root
Here are my branches
Days and nights are here too!
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'This is your school mat.'
'This is your gunny mat.'
'This is your leaf pot.'
'This is your hat.'
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This industry is very strange!

We produce kids!
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This land is ours.

Forests, hills, rivers, animals
And these ugly tribal people
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Too many unworthies
Draw rough lines...
Make themselves such,
They are curved lines.
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You knit a net
Of false
Pretensions
And complexities,
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Drip the sorrows
As tears
From the eyes.
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Climate is not right!

Now
In jungles
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Ploughed land
Planed field
Whirled to crush corn
Pushed oil-seed crusher
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