murari sinha

Rookie - 41 Points (01-01-1958 / vill & po- charigram dist - bankura, west bengal, india)

Salad Poetry & Salsa Dance - Poem by murari sinha

…thus riding on a memory-bicycle those people who used to go to pick up dry straws grasses twigs from the daily-payment of the squirrels are neither the husband of anyone nor the wife at the best they may be one page full of must-dos regarding keep-fit practice of one’s health…

around the grazing field of the night-gowns
in course of a long-journey by train one has to cross
many grass-hopper points

one-piece of life is this

in its daily walking to pick up the pebbles of
which is the amplification of what
the bodies of all prose and poems are touched with
by the sunshine by the wind by the rain by the water

it-may-be-for-you afternoon is running

is the people after the office-break

running are the broken people

the sullen public
due to late-running of train

before the darkness sets in
on bare branches of the tree
clusters of crows
are running

forward steps of the return-home people
are running

many invitations has been remained
unattended … accumulating…

so much anger… many secret pains… tears…

the life is running
in the rows of the flying birds

the life is running
in the meat-houses…
in the shopping-malls…
in the churches…
in the wheat-fields…

running … running … running…

salad poetry and salsa-dance are also

in the letters of the alphabet…
in the swarm of mosquitoes…

from William Shakespeare to Rabindranath Thakur
the sky is running …
the air…
the sunlight…

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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