Surendra Negi

Lit across, the vast dark skies;
like a pony, in a realm of grassland;
he hugs to his melancholic self,
lest he is dwarfed by thee.
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through the paddy fields,
on a rainy day;
walking among the poodles:
across the moor, she blows away.
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We, the earthen people,
We, a mere blink on this known land,
We, the takers of vanity,
We, who owe to a chance,
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I can't come to owe itself to me
lest i would be forever harrased
even the ga ga going crowds don't
what this melancholic buffalo bull does to me.
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Hold me, my dear!
Sway; and hold me still.
my thoughts are awash with melancholy,
In rigors, in sweat.
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