Prasanna Mishra

On the auspicious day
I also took my place
With a stoic frame of mind
Moved inch by inch
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I am no God,
I cry when a child dies of hunger,
When a mother sells her infant to the wine merchant, I cry
I have no appetite to be God
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Wilted leaves I knew
Do not revive
Yet I believed
When you said
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Piercing lumps of stones
Inflict bruises
His frame aches
While the carrier moves
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Those grains of ashes
I yearn for
On the beach
The sea breeze blew
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Pour dear clouds
Pour, with great vengeance
I would welcome your drops
At all hours of the day
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Her smile tripped
over the perfume bottles
the shopping mall turned
to a fragrant valley
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Her outstretched hands
in air guide
the tiny feet
the ten month old
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Everyday
Your golden fingers
Place two intertwined wicks
on the shining brass lamp
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If I die at dawn
Stand at the window
And wait
For the breeze
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After the
spoken magic words
under a colourful canopy
clothed him
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The crow in my courtyard
Crowed the whole morning
On the first day of the spring
The postman knocked
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I hear them all
Saying their prayer
Gasping Governance,
Justice,
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It was laden with fruits again this year
As it was each year
Cuckoos hid behind its rich foliage, again this year
And sang, as they did, each year.
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From behind a restive bat
entangled in the thick cobwebs
God looks askance
at the brightly attired
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How does it feel
This togetherness
Those sporadic moments
After scores of lonely winters
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Dark clouds would engulf again
I painted a rain-bow and a brief sunshine
In the interlude
To let you enjoy a packet of Alu Bhujiya
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The dry leaves
Year after year
Have the same message
Conveyed
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Rainbow on a cloudless sky
Vibrant legs
Some hidden
Immersed
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take me back

ashore, l plead
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