Crow's Zero - Poem by RUDRA KINSHUK
What colour does God have?
What colour does God play with?
Scriptures explain and reexplain.
Those don't console the crow-mother
crying around a small child
her own, black and sickly.
Where and how far
have you gone? To the blue?
Where God smoke s from a tobacco-pipe
lying on a lotus-bed?
The empty egg-shell still
lies beneath the tree
like a zero, having no colour...
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