ananda majumder


Kabuliwala

Roaring sky, baby clouds gather around, as construed in old text
Sod is wet; life of grapes returns back, enliven yet to be;
Bungalow is awaiting char in sunglow
Bequeathed from Babur to Ananda, unmindful dream, hilariously delusional
Breaks windows, pierce through eyes, make me a wanderer at bay

Snarling sky dribbling went unheeded
Rafter gained architecture of nervous system, vibration stops from existing
But inside!

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