Kanishka SricharanPratap

This smoke is:
Our spell
Our chant
Our meditation!
...

'Is greater than Vyasa? '
: Yes.

'Is greater than Valmiki? '
...

Sparrow flew away...!

In distant palm trees
Hang the nests of weaver birds.
...

'Today is very cold! '
Only with these words
Who touched
Strings of the harp?
...

A bit of smile
Drenched in dew
At pond's bank,
To your lac-dyed feet
...

Here is my root
Here are my branches
Days and nights are here too!
...

You write
I write
Heaps and heaps!
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Goat
Eats grass,
Sheep Deer Cattle Kangaroo...
Giraffe also eat grass.
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Who is Sun?
Who is Moon?
Who is Indra?
Who is Varuna...
...

The filigree of dreams
In the adolescent's
Imagination
Shall roll down as tears,
...

''Poet's tongue...
Sheep head.''
Someone told sometime!
...

Who?
Forgot his father,
Father's father!
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This land is ours.

Forests, hills, rivers, animals
And these ugly tribal people
...

What we took?
How much? ?

You can not ask.
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I cry,
Not only cry,

My soul cries,
...

In Facebook
WhatsApp
TV channels
Writing and writing
...

Not once,
Those barbarous bastards
Attacked
Looted
...

They
Those bastards
Oppressing and oppressing you...
Oppressed!
...

I
Loved truth,
Bloomed flower.
...

One day
Lac-house of youth
Shall catch fire,
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