Kiss To Alfred Poem by Sanjib Purohit

Like the dream, to be a kingfisher, of a water-bound parrot
Awakened sleep in starving deep night acidity
Or same to ending a sole midnight in burning hormone
In the affectionate touch of self-hand
Or in the thirst for nicotine at a closed-door shop

And the thirst for dogmatic star in the extreme blow of soul
Madly seeks a handful of Shefaly in bloom
Dropping on the grave of heart-related fellow
Locked-breath put off the flame of colorful candle
Of the capitalist in one forceful blow, but
Dear women, `blowing lips come near to the shape of kiss
Inner sight becomes busy for rosy lips`.

These lips of mine, symbol of black-truth
Rosy magnet will never kiss, yet
The pearl that kept the Egyptian virgin in Jibanananda’s goblet
Sipping that swallowed several gulps of oyster-tear
Now in aversion, outcast, alienation, ridicule, so in revolution
Blowing puff to stained administration
Got put off the wick of dynamite
Surprising at laughter turning back found
Noble!