anupam mukhopadhyay

Rookie (17.2.1979 / ghatal, india)

Practice - Poem by anupam mukhopadhyay

the tree is getting away from the shelter of the
tree. to get at the laws of the game one
suffer a lot.everything that heavenly- getting
purified. the vermilion fur of a sheep. the volatile
parachutes...
no xerox machine any where. the flesh in which we are
sojourners...


the air causes something to fall off. a star remains
intact in spite of rebounding lights. someone using
every amazement just like a machine is used. just like. ..
a cock gets alarmed - just the same. the intense smell
of the attar makes us understand the container is broken.

sunlight coming through the window. just like a window
made of trees - this called practice.

every one young - in the morning sunlight today.
many times provable that we do not know a tree...

still...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 14, 2008


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