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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 4

your body 
that’s fond of tv-soap

with its un-worldly moonlight 	and worldly tricks and posterings
as if  		it wants to plough
a thin winter 	that is attached firmly		with a mermaid 

along with the-path said-by-her 	
the white leaves are being flown away
on the-path written-by-her
the black-flags are making crowd  

in source-root of both of them 	lies only one opening-song
at the end of both of them			lies only one flower-festival
pre-occupied by some other thoughts 

it’s least to say
it has nine colours
it has ninety coloured-girls

if its feast be got open
			the vermillion-mark of dusts
					the garland of wading-birds
							the squirrels 

in the bed of bananas 
in between two stations
when the local train stops
from the logic-card of the pumpkin
it’s produced
always-new such dialects
of the bath- in-the-ganga 

Lines more lunatic than the sun – 5

far from the centre-stage 
production is going on
of many street-dramas  
on handling the characters in them 
is developing always  
that sun-shine of horses  
think sincerely in favour of it
how much change can be introduced
in the weight-structure of the night  
and the night-queen  
think sincerely how long more 
the subsidy paid to the inter-caste alphabet 
of the rhizomes  of the paddy plants 
would be continued
to make high the fertility of the school-buses 
if the pages of the daily news-papers 
be gone through well 
it is understood 
where there is folk-dances
there is hailstorm 
the potato-growers are undone 
observing all those 
the coloured eyes of the water-cat 
become much tearful 
come, oh shy grandfather 
gathering on this platform of pot-herb-creeper 
we now
in search of some unspoilt palmyra-pulp of the kernel  
we start digging vehemently 
the pores of the skin of our body 


Lines more lunatic than the sun – 6

the sleep is sleepless

in this hot-sea-shore 
that’s my only guardian 
in the form of clouds

for separating myself from the palms of my hands
that is my act of ferrying boat eaten by ants 

Not for a golden deer my darling for a golden iguana 
I am now totally dedicated to my pocket-comb

today’s income is very little
yet may you note 
with the match-stick
i can rightly be able to reach that rehearsal-room 

if you have taken decision 
to make the rain-water your capital
then I have to display more simplicity on my face

the fight would never be finished
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