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the cause of spreading over of the fragrance
from our secret myrobalan to every side of the pillows
is not only such that in the morning 
an empty ink-pot says to the rain-water 
you are beautiful 

it is also remarkable that 
coming to our half-articulated  travelling 
the writings carved on the granite stone 
become very much ashamed also

and  taking the busy market-price of the sun-glass 
in the fold of the loin cloth tied at the waist 
my both hands are also marked very much 
in the omnibus of the dancing-bar

such is just because it is the art and science of navigation 
that pastes some earth-wave 
having no number-plate 
with the public 
rolling down  on the mat of the summer 

it is impossible
to memorise the history of  those 
so much contended-hunger 
so much contended-sleep
 
it is all right that the staff-members 
of our vibgyr university are all alive  
but they are the existence of some 
bio-data only 

arrangement of so much smiles and tears
in the nomenclature of banana-bed of mrs sofia 
is not to tell the directionlessness of her fishery products 
but if the culture of the wild trees assuming figure 
then there remains no separate entity of the rbcs 
inside or inside-up of the veins and arteries 

all are the world of cosmetic-surgery 
all are the arena of displaced national integrity 
that is the only way to get admitted 
into the still water of the horse-race 

so the making of this self-portrait of the tip-cat game 
by own-hand 
so is the fancy of the engagement ring of the bursar 

as a result of the headache in the au fait knee-joint 
all the rats on the rice-pot of margaret  
become very angry
and when they make their performance  
you can’t catch them by extending your hands 

so there is this sky-blue printed sari of desdemona 
now take refuge under her perfumed disaster 
and it is feared that there may be the drops of sweat 
on the lobes of her nose extremely devoted
that the trees become to reside in 

how much confusing is that cascade
in each of whose earings the dark fortnight 
and whose eden garden is so large
that all those  people with crevasses dwell there 

they stay in a group of nine 
neither eight nor ten 
just n for 9 
n is also meant for the nancy 
and the narcissus 
and the sensational appearance of the 
nereid  

once again we rub green-chilly after pouring water
in the parched-rice on the ancient plate made of brass 
it is right that the peak is separated down from the temple 
but it does not hurt the priest
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