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Sigh of Sin ? (Part - 3)

by the right of our walks strewed outside 
we too when hiding ourselves in the regime of fire 
with our intention and activities 
with our standpoint 
with our conduct and  behaviour 
or any instant rule or direction 
or our deeds 
that compel the rotation of the deodorant 

thus after the eye-operation 
the love between you and me is now 
seeing more week-ends than before 
to her knee has been submitted many caws 
painted in water-colour 

in every corner and every hole of the body 
that pulls the rickshaw the wind enters 
and in every root-cause of the sufferings
the ripple of annihilation of love
 
from the shop of dip-swimming now
you can also purchase soundlessness  
to feel  the spirit of  chrysoberyl 

now you need the work for 100 days 
to gain the power you need to keep pace 
with the graph of the terracotta 
that may also be a long day of fasting  

then on the back of that hungry conch-shell 
a globe shouts 
the other’s world puts its office-water
in the fountain of cactus the roaring of which 
pours so many telephone-calls into the ears 

then in our market the ear-bursting sound of the generator 
then in our forest-land 
the bullet-fight between maoist and the joint-force 

then with the enlarging and waning of our moon 
are the bright fortnight the dark fortnight and the leaves of wood-apple

Copyright © Murari Sinha | Year Posted 2010

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