The Canto Of Begging - Iii Poem by murari sinha
The Canto Of Begging - Iii
coming to this canto of begging
do you know
i enjoy both
your intensity and your sharpness
your secret current flows me
to the pore of the skin of the body
of the puller of a hand-barrow
your cold attracts me
towards the syllabus of
waning moonlight
i do realise now that the stale afternoons
saved in my pocket
stitched so many new muscles
with my vocal chord
and i’m howling in joy…
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