Bringing Back The Dead Poem by Rajesh Kumar

Tonight I have decided
To bring back my poetry.
It is here, amid wind fallen rubber trees,
And grounded electric posts.
It has to be here,
Amidst the stink of FC’s

And the discontent of my workforce.

If idle dreams can set desires on fire
And lead to strikes and lock outs;
Then surely my poetry too lurks
In the grand evil of disillusionment
That weeds out every dream;
Every hungry desire, for hope.
Tonight I have decided,
To bring you back by force.
I will court you
With the lustful eyes of the Taliban
And I will follow you
Like the Mongrel follows Papu’s daughter.
Though courting be cheap;
I know you will come.
And whey you have finally arrived,
I will celebrate you arrival
As that of a new born
Into my life.
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