SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR Poems

Poem is nothing but foggy
Mutual scratching of words; jargon...
Camoflage of animation; hobby
longed-for object for many days past...
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স্বপ্নে দেখলাম আমার পায়ে জুতো নেই
জুতো আগে আগে চলছে - -
আমি জুতোর পিছনে পিছনে নুড়ি-পাথর-কাঁটায় রক্তাক্ত হয়ে
এক জঙ্গলের পথে ছুটছি ।
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The morning-birds flying over the cloud
Towards the picnic-spot beyond the horizon
I must would reach there prior them
And waiting as edible worm...
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The passer-by is abstract
But apparently a clear road
Alignment ahead...
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A skinny separated hand holding a pen
Implanted on the ground
Infested with maggots
Everybody keeps distance
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