Rain rain come come to speak
Swallow hasn't sang at the sky,
The Sun must warm summer cicada hasn't said;
Timber or Silk Cotton Tree to sit tightly.
Today weather is very nice
Come on mud smears,
Mud Bath we all in
Knee Calf in the rainy season's harvest in the land.
Shravan sky comes the rain
Pumpkin on scaffolding, dragon fly.
Here we are bathing
The mind of the filth back to wash the dirt.
Plough has beaten those farmer
Harrowing uneven, being equal
Paddy planted here to come
Transplanted the transplanted to smear mud coming out.
Why are you looking so ?
A sketch of fear in your eyes,
An atlas of filthiness on your face,
No sheath in your body.
Nail-teeth wounds of beast
In your breasts, navel,
Even in the courtyard of your wild desire !
Like a withered flower
yellow saree is thrown wrinkled
Beneath your well-proportioned thigh.
Your petal shaped lips seem poisonous,
Wounds of stings visible in your cheeks !
A leaf falls from a young silk-cotton tree !
Tremor everywhere,
Everywhere lamentation of pain
Life-creeper dried up in the central sky,
You are distressed, isolated.
Have you settled up your worldly life
In the mansion of sins ?
What’s this silence
In your empty hands ?
How many times you have returned
Perhaps you know not !
But there’s touch of your finger tips
In leaves, in flowers, in evergreen forests !
I’m with you like your shadow
I’ve kept a sharpened sword always raised
you can’t speak it aloud !
When I held my trivial desires
Think to surrender my heart
in your hands, my damsel –
As much beautiful as you may be,
I never ever feel your proximity
In drunken stormy nights.
I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries
From my heavy,swollen foot?
I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread
Sudden cut by Atropos;
I must return to almost forsaken ploughs
A balding soot by my wake
Amidst flying tongues of dagger and malice;
Poor manacle must watch armour-less
As malignant rats dart in mottled errands,
Breaking the last walls-the fields,and then
I must rove naked in the inky sky
And then sit under the cypress,
Chewing my fingers-ever.
How sudden the icy embrace
O that I had caught with you the ambulance crest.
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