Draft Of The Flights Poem by murari sinha

today you take some ornaments
from the colour of the shower of rains
oh the nocturnal race of my horses

after much brain-work the craftsmen who are very serious
has tied up the seeds of the wild-vegetable with the thread of a kite

so all the school-buses of the mermaids
are arranged on a steel-plate
that is very near to the domestic-wall

if the post-box does not catch to the chest after stretching its both palms
the draft of the flights would fall down from your sleep

have you also hidden the alternative of death
within the furnace of jeans

then the day-dates of reminiscence
is to be found out properly
in the pages of the chrysanthemum

it is no doubt
in the mean time
it is expected
the peacock-call should prove
there remains some wrong-signals
in the kiss of the quick-silver