Canto of Begging - 5 To 7
5.
all long the day i beg
i beg rice pulses oil salt
royal blood
in exchange i also distribute
peace… peace… and peace…
and the horses of the gypsies making
a dip-swimming in the peace-water
in the canto of my begging
holding a whole body of love
i learn how to be burnt
by the shadow of the trees
i give up all my courage
to book a room in your youth
only for me
6.
going upstairs on the railway foot-bridge
i see the strong light of neon-lamps
the girl from the avtar of the flex
induced trance
the aroma of chhatim-flower in the air
and the song of a blind-beggar
with tambourine
those neon-light flex-women
beggar’s-song and flower odour
i see they are all alive
in the canto of my begging
under the evening-star
7.
in the canto of my begging
at the day’s end
the moon that rises behind the rain-tree
i put up in her hands
the lemon-leaves the water-balloons the goal-kicks
that i have had throughout the day
by begging
and i beg from her the magic-wand
by the touch of which the date-palm
that was someday burnt by a thunder-bolt
in front of the church
looks very infatuating
and my dress as a beggar gradually
becomes a royal-dress
Copyright © Murari Sinha | Year Posted 2010
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