The Canto Of Begging - Ii Poem by murari sinha

in the dusts and soil of rural-bengal
in the testament written by the grass
i am a son of the immortal

my begging-bowl is the most
favourite go-ahead of a alone man

then speaking around are
the chop the singara the aluposta

and the love-story of a hyacinth
blooming in the pond
blind by mud

also in the overflowed dustbin of the city
waiting rightly with an erected head
the excitement of your absence