Comments about Hrushikesha Mohanty
A Big gate stared at me today
With its protruding long tongue
Guarded by branching out trees.
Awkward at stares and giggles of waiving branch
Found few stars hanging.
They appeared and disappeared.
Disappointing to judge how many were there
Whatever could be, true
I found them there.
Hope you can see those
On every possible corners
Even daring out in Mid-May Sun.
Take a pause to count
And if you can pocket those
Like Cricket heroes
To cheer on billboards.
Scramble for stars here on grounds...
To Your Wah! Wah!
If you say Wah! Wah! To everything I do
even though I like to hear it
but fear of long dark hands of ‘wah wah’
that may drag me
down and down.
Still at times being undetected
that shapeless thirst grabs me