Arvind Srivastava Poems

I keep my memories
on my shoulder
A slight scratch on it
I do not accept
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The world is scared

With a hope
That as soon as the soldiers return
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What happened to me was not justified
People associated with management are generally not kind
They are busy saving their fake dignity
They shuffle words like cards
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I am a letter
missing from a word
Wandering in space
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My heart has an aquarium full of golden fish
My heart has white hives of honey-filled bees
My heart has a burning sun that illuminates me
Many stories of my successes and failures are recorded in this very place
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A style of poetry should be invented
Which the ears cannot sense
The blood running in the veins should remain unaware
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His breaths are mortgaged to the house of death
In the blink of an eye
He can become a victim of a flickering knife
He had survived the last riot
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..as if
time had wandered in pitch darkness
as if a squirrel
had been caught by a hunting dog
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Half a seer (kilogram) of rice was cooked
The old man ate - the old woman ate
The Lengra ate - the bauki ate
The dog ate munching
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As soon as the confusion was resolved

Some turned their backs
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