Hiren Bhattacharyya Poems

What is it that burns in me
That swells
The agony and ekstecy my heart.
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You know
This poet has nothing more
Just this one shirt
Coming apart at the seams
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He is sitting sullenly,
The pale night on his lap
Like a child, just dead.
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It's over -
The orgiastic frenzy of a brutal sky.
In the restive fields now ripple
Wave after green wave.
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Icy autumn winds sway
In the cradle of dusk
Like honey bees drunk on orange blossoms.
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