14 tom-toms - iii
oh water-moonyour salted-relation with the married-deer
and the river-proneness of the blunt-headed nail
become known to the ducks
that are born of the same mother
that antelope with branched horns circumference
crosses the known run-way
to register the warmth of a submarine
in the orange humidity
the demi-god birth of the milk-bird
or the patriotism of the cigar
or the restless gun-powder
of the bay of eye-brows
all those are the signs of trust
of that night-personality
when the long uttering comes to an end
the quick-sand of the narrow-gauge
returns back to sit beside the window
of his palace of words
and towards his flight
has stooped the white-papers
of all the girls of this
tinsel town
Poetry by murari sinha
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Written on 2010-08-31 at 05:06
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