14 tom-toms - viii
the ice-cream gets asleepon the tongue of the snake
here and there i complete
the exchange of sun-beams
with others
while involved in laughter
it becomes known that
the colour of teeth of some persons
are very much rosy
on the back of some persons
the feathers of glass grow
those diggings are no less
than the flights that have come to the lavender
though the litigation with the mice
on the ownership of the mines
is not yet settled
on the matter of folk-dances
the eyes of the camera
get somewhat unstable
groping the store-rooms
of the dead rivers
the parrots
till today
do search for the glowing gloves
Poetry by murari sinha
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Written on 2010-09-08 at 02:39
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