murari sinha

Rookie - 20 Points (01-01-1958 / vill & po- charigram dist - bankura, west bengal, india)

Lines More Lunatic Than The Sun – 6 - Poem by murari sinha

the sleep is sleepless

in this hot-sea-shore
that’s my only guardian
in the form of clouds

for separating myself from the palms of my hands
that is my act of ferrying boat eaten by ants

Not for a golden deer my darling for a golden iguana
I am now totally dedicated to my pocket-comb

today’s income is very little
yet may you note
with the match-stick
i can rightly be able to reach that rehearsal-room

if you have taken decision
to make the rain-water your capital
then I have to display more simplicity on my face

the fight would never be finished

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010

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