G. S. Sharat Chandra Poems

Last night I arrived
a few minutes
before the storm,
on the lake the waves slow,
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It's a habit by now
head bent
at four a.m., the birds wake
to complain
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Bells do not ring
when our names are called,
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At the sudden edge
where the hill gapes into the valley,
a gnarled mimosa leans
away from the sky
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To turn the lamp on,
let it capture the cunning back
of the literary thief,
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In Nanjangud
there are five hair cutting salons
named after the goddess of India
with the picture of the goddess
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I want a vacation
where the mind doesnt stray
from the starry stratosphere
of motel ceilings
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Show me a man who sleeps to be miserable,
I'll show you myself
the story isn't easy,
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The hours,
sullen goats grazing on emptiness
drift mutely to the other side of day.
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A Hindu ceremony where crow
believed to be ancestors are fed
My brothers and sisters are calling
our ancestors from their hideout
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