Short Jute Poems

On this rainy day
Sweet gusty monsoon wind makes
Waves in the jute field....

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Jute or hemp
braided, twisted, twirled
coiled neatly
waiting for heavy metal
down slowly to the cool deep sea.
Holding -

Thin and leather-like
guiding the stallion
through his paces
over a fence
through the green mist.
Guiding -

Swinging new and fresh
from cross bar or chandelier
looped tightly around white skin
gasping for air
no pills needed.
Releasing -...

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If I were a river, I would go to see the sea;
If the moon, I would float smiling.on the sky

If I were a cloud, I would pour water over Paddy and Jute;
If a lamp, I would spread light in the corner of a dark house.

If I were crops, I would grow being gold;
If fire, I would burn the whole body of an oppressor.

But if I were a missile, I would kill those
Who bring only war on this beautiful earth....

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Unmoving Sadness. 

The air is still around the houses today 
it could be because it is Saturday
and it needs a rest. 
Still air has a musty smell like bedding
not changed for six month,
the apathy of those who live in filth. 
I put a lit candle on the window sill
It is in airs nature, to try blowing it out
window pane rattles 
The air is crisp and clear  
carries the aroma of a jute sack of carob beans....

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Late autumn - 
Evening twilight;
The market lane
herds of shoppers,
In front of her small hut,
she lays the 
stainless steel vessels
on the mat...

She, 
her hut,
her mat,
her vessels,
her hope - 
Autumn ceasing
All over... 

Late night -
The lane deepening into 
deafening silence;
Spoon by spoon,
tiffin box by tiffin box,
plate by plate,
she carefully places them
inside the jute sack
knowing tomorrow will
dawn again....

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A sculpted form looking so cute,
Only when kissed flatters as flute.

To him that knows not to play how,
Far better may sound an owl's hoot.

Metaphors thrown in for a wow,
A meter force-fitted in foot;

Or be it a classical cow
Dressed dandy, shaggy and hirsute,

Or an ascetic wearing jute,
Know this well  know it absolute--

If a man's musically mute,
How'd help even a finest lute?

So, should ye reap the finest fruit,
Go invest in its very root.


09.01.2020...

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