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Short poems built around a keyword. We are still on the earth anxious for victory. Of avoiding the bumps in our tiny stomachs. And the consequent high tension wires in us. Snapping in their lightning flash, a big bang. We are looking for our paper to fly like them. Who went before and are a dead-weight still. On the earth we are hanging on to the hangar. Counting Siberian bird feet into our swamps. There is not much of a sun about us. Where we and our other come from.
The earth shook three times and it took a whole minute to realise I was not in Gangtok of the Himalayas but right on the pillow. Behind eyes, that is. The eye shook in disbelief. It was a vast plain and we were not in a building. Then why were we exhorting everyone to lie down? We should have run outside. The cunning fox comes slyly and my poem is made for the new day. We were hardly free to fill it the way we would. But the world is fi.
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Poems with Indian motifs, Indian cultural expressions. Light grew less in his eyes and other poems. Light grew less in his eyes and other poems. We try to picture great grandmother. We did not know who our g. But would dream her in holy thread. On shirtless chest, a lump in throat.
There is the broken moon on the housetop there. Cold and soggy, snuggling to the breezy coconut. The elephant god is not looking for it for laughter. After a heavy meal of sweets in his child-stomach. Our dear elephant-god lies in now broken himself. At the bottom of the lake, snuggling to the algae. Time for a many-armed mother, who shall bestow. Our victory for this season, wealth for our devout. The mother maternal, eyes wet with love for sons.
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