In the harvested field near the canal,
she roams with a mind slid from its rail.
Her muddy skirt and brownish hairs
flutter in the salty wind like flags of insanity.
...
They muted us with
a poisonous smile
and political power.
Then they beheaded
...
Just one touch-
the imprints of silent love -
the fragrance of fingers-
myriads of self kisses
...
Black beauties in chains-
Before the ticket counters,
A long queue does creep
To scatter near black wonders.
...
Leaning on the deluxe seat,
She munches banana chips.
Handsome husband breathes near
And air-cooler buzzes chill.
...
In her layette, she looked fair.
‘Nimisha’, the parents called her.
When aged five, the polio plucked
the strings that her legs moved.
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Thick frame, thin glasses,
an old spectacles,
a keep sake,
a rarest inheritance
...
Let its light of peace
Not be shaded by
The bullets and bombs.
...
On the Penang Island, they collect divine charms
that the locals see not.
While canoeing in Zambia, they fathom the depth
...
The Thylacine, the Caspian tiger,
the Caribbean monk seal…
As these beasts disappear,
...