RUDRA KINSHUK

(22 MAY,1971 / BOLPUR WEST BENGAL INDIA)

Uddalok - Poem by RUDRA KINSHUK

Conches blow
in the green music-hall,
ever widening crops
open secretdoors
to these rituals
of prayers and songs.

Let me lie
on the firtile soil
of anchored tales
and ballads
of rich crops.

When my body
in visinity of crops
is full of leaves,
call me Uddalok.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2009



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