The Earthy Habitat 5

the krishnachura and the champa both of them have the only-one unsheathed afternoon both of them have the same-one broken harmonium how long more the eyes of terracotta would roam in the sun the uneven fate-line is written on the green slate the sound of the vocal chord is also eloquent as if it were some bare trees of wood-apple around the swimming there are some scattered scrapes of slippers the colour of whose straps is blue and some tales of the faded sky i return home with the night of phosphorus i return with those waves of the mid-night that have no translation i lay them in order