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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7

playing on the raw-coal 
the under-clothes of the airhostesses 
continue to sing a song

even-then the germination of the almonds 
can never become the sugar-candy 
made of palmyra 

may be they don’t want so 

until and unless any night-guard comes 
and deposits the RBCs of the jack-fruit-leaves 
within a wrinkle-free hand-glove

you do absorb all colours 
from the soil of the earthworms
and thus unfold your open hair 
along the air of this cloudy day
then none but the gughni-sellers
will get back their names and titles

there is from the sky of the timber of hog-plum 
it has rained even last night
the streets are wet 
the trees are wet 
there is splashing mud in the low lands

those all full-of-incidents 
if you wish
you can send them 
to the introduction of a proposal against war

i’ve never heard that 
to take the responsibility 
of the starving south-east
the rain has put down its crown


Lines more lunatic than the sun – 8

all on a sudden 
one day again 
i face the isabgool 

the own fountain of vraj-kishore 
may be, wants to fly away in such a manner
to another afternoon

my tiffin-expenses cann’t discover that valley
till now 
from where 
it is said 
all night-gowns begins

then i’m sitting
with my hands and legs spread 
      in the sun-light  
filled with 
      		the sound of chopping of cabbages

on the flowers of the sun-plant 
that are in-between the wife and her mother-in-law 
i exercise my intelligence very much

if the question of my security is raised 
it is only a ‘for-God’s-sake’-like adjuration

the knot of a white handkerchief is so much heavy 
i don’t know earlier
my knowledge of using prosody
getting amalgamated  calmly 
with the stamen used by the sleep

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