Lines More Lunatic Than the Sun 4 - 6

Lines more lunatic than the sun – 4 your body that’s fond of tv-soap with its un-worldly moonlight and worldly tricks and posterings as if it wants to plough a thin winter that is attached firmly with a mermaid along with the-path said-by-her the white leaves are being flown away on the-path written-by-her the black-flags are making crowd in source-root of both of them lies only one opening-song at the end of both of them lies only one flower-festival pre-occupied by some other thoughts it’s least to say it has nine colours it has ninety coloured-girls if its feast be got open the vermillion-mark of dusts the garland of wading-birds the squirrels in the bed of bananas in between two stations when the local train stops from the logic-card of the pumpkin it’s produced always-new such dialects of the bath- in-the-ganga Lines more lunatic than the sun – 5 far from the centre-stage production is going on of many street-dramas on handling the characters in them is developing always that sun-shine of horses think sincerely in favour of it how much change can be introduced in the weight-structure of the night and the night-queen think sincerely how long more the subsidy paid to the inter-caste alphabet of the rhizomes of the paddy plants would be continued to make high the fertility of the school-buses if the pages of the daily news-papers be gone through well it is understood where there is folk-dances there is hailstorm the potato-growers are undone observing all those the coloured eyes of the water-cat become much tearful come, oh shy grandfather gathering on this platform of pot-herb-creeper we now in search of some unspoilt palmyra-pulp of the kernel we start digging vehemently the pores of the skin of our body Lines more lunatic than the sun – 6 the sleep is sleepless in this hot-sea-shore that’s my only guardian in the form of clouds for separating myself from the palms of my hands that is my act of ferrying boat eaten by ants Not for a golden deer my darling for a golden iguana I am now totally dedicated to my pocket-comb today’s income is very little yet may you note with the match-stick i can rightly be able to reach that rehearsal-room if you have taken decision to make the rain-water your capital then I have to display more simplicity on my face the fight would never be finished