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Volga – 4

to the homoeopathy phial
standing on the traffic-island 
why it appears 
within her womb
the number of germinated nights
stolen without a kiss
is too little

is then it true 
if all the chanting of Harinam
can’t be withdrawn from the alcohol
the body-odour of the running tamarisk-shrub  
will enter into the circuit-house

and that devouring of the parchment 
brings to the feelings of the non-veg ant-hills 
the let’s-go-cure 
gathering in the sauce-island 

Volga - 5

coming to this ironed canal-side
every auto-rickshaw  
wants to know and let other know 
the mystery 
behind  the rice-rain 
from the cirrus                                                

the shame in the eyes of the seal containing signs
supplies the whole-sale dealership 
of the civil disobedience movement 
to the locality

the role of the hammer also 
wakes up early in the morning 
to put under its own tongue 
an antacid 

is it possible that the spits 
used in the observatory 
be made a little more fast-moving 

manuscript of the basement of a well

the biography of the pond-heron will be scripted
even-then the productivity of the merry-go-round 
wouldn’t be uttered for a moment 
no sir, such has never been expected 

in the liquefied banana-blossoms
too many hot breads resulted from the season-change 
continues to bat  vehemently  
and climbs to the peak of heart-throbbing runs 

they in a group will go to the 
aqua anetha of the mole hill 
to organise a folk-song 

to understand this 
no arbitration of the cactus is required

notwithstanding
it is heard that the thread was pulled 
by the violin of  the wife of the moon-god
from behind the screen 

here in the eye-front
is the basement of the morning-well 

on its one page lies the faulty  crow-caws 
and on another some sun-shines 
swinging on the hanger 
after some pages in recurring …the chicken-pox … the boot-polish …

within the two covers of the dance-drama 
also comes the creepers and herbs 
grown around the melting point 
of the arm-chair 
whose legs are broken 

if each pore on the skin of the river-lily 
becomes so much known 
then in the background of this low land

let us have one game more

Copyright © Murari Sinha

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