murari sinha

Rookie (01-01-1958 / vill & po- charigram dist - bankura, west bengal, india)

14 Tom-Toms - Ii - Poem by murari sinha

the train sends invitation
in the fresh afternoon

putting steps on the stair-case
of the old earthen house
remains incomplete

when the wrist-watch permits leave
the young power-tiller
with a magic in his pocket
parts hair repeatedly

an envelope
filled with the months of july
comes out of his palate

it wishes to take me also
to fly to the heathrow-airport

how many people do have such soap
to accept this monsoon

i’m nothing but a mere raft of the soil

those red and yellow arrow-marks
that control the traffic on the crossroads

i see only their secret blood-shed
and the mistakes in their pronunciation

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 26, 2010



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