Darzentapa - Poem by rudra kinshuk
darzentapa, the hero
we have been singing of him
from time immemorial
from where he comes,
out of the blue zero?
we can't imagine
our daughter, sister
sandepa's would-be wife
seduced by his false valour
eight young men dead
on the orange-mountains
tea-gardens look for flight of green parrots
flight of drunken stairs...
let us pray for our sick words,
words of our own, our only spiritual being...
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