14 Tom-Toms - Vii Poem by murari sinha

the portraits by sun-rays
continue to stagger

the gravitational force is so strong
after tearing of the pocket fall down
the gas-balloon the myrobalan
and many such others

i commit to memory
the cries related to all abcds

i put on their bodies
dresses of the latest fashion

and use them for the purpose of
new commerce and industries

i pick up the clapping of hands
the roaming in the virgin forest
the young pumpkins
and all that are available
from beneath the spectacles

i keep them in the volt

even i do never send to anyone
any water-chestnut void of blood
as a gift

following those norms
i think i can earn
the portmanteau stars

and i can tear the balcony of rains
from the advertisement of the soap

others may discuss it in other ways
but i do not want to take a bath
into that water

but after the hijacking of the aeroplane
form my torn pockets
the solid mosquito net
gets tumbled