Murari Sinha Poet Blank verse

Bonsai: A Collection of Poems 1

1
Sometimes the mind becomes a dragonfly,
brushing against the petals of a water lily,
while a heron stands on one leg, lost in meditation.

2
Over the fence of the jasmine garden,
night-flowering jasmine falls into my courtyard,
softly, drop by drop.

3
A butterfly has slipped into the weaver's room,
and suddenly
the whole place flashes with colour.

4
A city morning. Along the asphalt road,
here and there,
water snails have crawled out of the drains.

5
Beside the cremation ground
where my father and mother were laid to rest,
a periwinkle stands laden with flowers.

6
Upon the face
of a gravestone
rests a red dragonfly.

7
On the fallen trunk
of an uprooted tree,
new leaves gather the morning sun.

8
In the middle of the fields, a shrine to Manasa;
beside the Brahmin priest,
a motorcycle.

9
A Poush night. The northerly wind cuts through.
People in distress light a fire with scraps of wood,
trying to chase away the cold.

10
In the month of Chaitra,
drumstick pods hang from the branches,
like the sticks of a dhak.

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