Golaka Acharya Poems

Light shakes
as a branch tilts
in the wind
life runs
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Silence after a murder

no kith and keen nearby
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In the darkness a mango falls
an owl hoots
wind blows and you smile.
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As I start the semi brave
wishes get wings
the cello, the flute—all brighten;
I think so I am.
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The odour persists
tireness numbs
eyelids bow, I feel poor.
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The drumstick hangs
the calf pushes its head
into the fence
the bleeding scratch runs.
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An old bull strolls across
a childless old man
walks slowly
amidst the mango leaves
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I drew a map of my childhood
another of my adolescence, then
my youth and the next. One day,
sitting alone I tried to compare all.
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Somewhere the ruffled wind sings a lullaby
who else will
when the hiss of death audible
from below the tree of govt.
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