Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan Poems

Eight-thirty! .... still no sign of the bus -
The driver must be sipping his coffee
By some roadside dhaba, why should he care
If the passengers suffer? …… if I suffer?
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I am in love with two women:
one is dark, the other's white
one is married, the other unmarried -
one is one of my childhood friends,
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full bare breasts clasped
in a tight embrace, lips
glued to the jutting nipple
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In five minutes flat, a Khap can do
what a Supreme Court cannot in decades:
justice is delivered in a lightning flash
on the spot, by five buzurg wise men
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That hushed silence, that beating of the heart,
biting of the nails, and that racing of the blood
excitement in the stands, tension in the pavilion,
frenzied munching of popcorns in the galleries -
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the house where she lived as a little girl
has become a star tourist attraction now.

Taxi drivers slow down, routinely
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Dance of Shiva

Before the cosmic dance, there was the cosmic song
Before the cosmic song, there was the Silence
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I wanted a medal, and so I went
to the awarding committee vice president
and showed him all my poems and asked:
'Would you consider me for an award? '
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While trying to write a novel, instead
he ended up with a poem:

     fresh fragrance of jasmines
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I have printed my name in crimson lights
Upon my grave stone, a circle
Of grass and gravel tells you where
Below a bed of earth six feet deep
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