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Some Fallen-Leaves Regarding Longevity 1 - 3

1. 
observing the ardent eagerness of the wind 
it is clearly understood 
that nascent pollens are overflowing 
the niche of her heart  

in response to the signals of the river 
she keeps on ringing 
all long the month of earth-quakes

the bench of the rail-station 
wants to hug her 

the medicine-counter of the ***-end of the day 
beckons her with the hand to come nearer 

in the assembly-hall for musical demonstration 
adorned with ash-trays
going on the rehearsal of her dancing and singing 

she also distributes some life 
to the meticulous dressing 
of the magnolia 

2. 
let the swimming pool be fully absorbed  
with its dark-room 

when the feather of your fore-finger 
becomes green 

the merchant of venice 
will leave his business of photo-coping machine 
to start walking directly 
in search of new earnings 

evening sets in 
on the boiler of the delta 

putting on yellow-dress comes 
the water-vessel of the paper-balloon 

there is no singing bird 
shivering with cold 
in the fold of the dear bed-sheet  

it is possible that the boldness of the metro-railway
may give some wood of tamarisk 
on the expanded palms  

yet oh the western page of night 
do tell today 
why so much tamed polythene 
are here in our cohabitation 

3. 
after so many days 
published in the wind 
painted in wings 
the recent heart’s desire 
of the doors and windows 

they have rolled up their fairy-tales 
from the ignorant drawing-room that wanted 
to set her mind to the hill slanting downward 

they did not want to know 
how much rheumatism is there 
in the hands and legs of the bark 
to whom is delegated 
the control of the mason-made bus-journey 

sleep hugs the eye-lids of the rivers 

though there is no postage-stamp 
within the reaching-point 

then what magic is there 
in the hill slanting downward 

why the wall does not learn 
how to swim like a fish 

truly it is he from whom 
those negligible moments of man-ism 
itch for blue candle-stand

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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