Murari Sinha Poet Prose Poetry

Grand Festival

1.
the wind is prone to grand festival 
if you cook your own food 
by burning your hands
in the day time
at night
then you will be also eligible 
for having a ticket  
this train will not stop at any station 
then how would you get on board 
why 
then do jump in front of the wheel
the door gets open automatically 
you would also be a companion 
of that joy 
your name will also come up 
on the list of the blood donors 
with blood there will also hang 
pus and spew
the colonialists 
with a black face 
will wind up their indigo-factories
in the fire of the intellect 
the undergarment will burn 
there will come running 
bolder and bitumen 
the road is made 
your lipstick will be 
sometimes deep 
sometimes light 
tearing open the yellow afternoon 
a storm will take birth 
there will be no darkness 
in the amloki-grove  

2.
the ship is scheduled to start 
from jetty no 3
i come to stand on 
platform no 13 
when i get on board the carriage 
standing near 
it takes me and runs to a vast 
run-way
there are the lines of 
sweet briar 
i do not feel the pain of detaching 
from the soil 
when i  am flying 
through the smoothness of the lotus-leaf
i see a musk-deer was also running 
in a parallel line 
she stretches her hand 
to take me 
to the valley of her flesh 
we are turning round and round 
to enter into a volcano 
and  the flow of its eruption 
is carrying us towards a ever-snow land

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