Matin Bairagi Biography

There's no clamor, no uproar at all, silent hours
Two birds and a moon can be seen behind the chhatim tree
Look at the glory and jealousy and greed mingle with soil
The soil turns these into another form
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When I remain sitting
When a certain twilight, stretching its last light all around Raise shudders in the tender leaves of the trees
And roll their variegated spectrum up I remain sitting like a barren land
My eyes are, then, in a steadfast look to an end
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The king was eaten up by his servile dogs when he was in deep sleep
in an opportune night They ate everything and the king
Then, nothing was visible but the little bones of his thoughts kept in the burrow of an asoka* tree standing afar
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His name was Majesty, at least all the people around know that
Nobody saw him before, he never met anybody else
Everyone have two or three or more longer names
But he has only one single name-with no surname-
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The sound was there, positively it existed, surely,
Why then have I listened to
It may be of hammer, or a wheel, or of a pair of hardy hands push plough
It may happen, some one or a group of people is driving a boat
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