Golaka Acharya Poems

Built myself
in the bricks of Robert Frost
so much sculpture
so much finery
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The reverse you are.
At eighty or with wife or grandchildren
youth hides in the umbra
a blurred image
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Wherever the body is
‘I’ get up hidden
run, fly or float
somewhere other I am.
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Even when she is
even when she is not;
wind blows softly
leaves look greener
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In the confessions of Sasmita;
another stroke;
making her love deep and visible;
I see my fraility.
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Flying and flying
looking and looking
searching and searching
whirling and whirling
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A strange verandah
old and vanquished eyes
toothless sunken cheeks
looking at the road
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The same scene
the same rain
the same night.
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Surrounding is
sharper a knife than diseases
society; more fierce a bullet
than my deserted love;
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A tree stands there.
What’s its name?
A bald tree stands there
birds come, sit, twitter
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