RUDRA KINSHUK

(22 MAY,1971 / BOLPUR WEST BENGAL INDIA)

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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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009



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