Anush Gupta Poems

Tung, the music of
a bell rings,
when I see the hills
yonder and the monastery.
...

she was coming back
home, children were
awaiting her.
They were playing cards,
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Wi-fi catches me
and my laptop and
desktop, my lab.
Only the sound of
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I sweat,
tired,
anyhow
go upstairs.
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After the first April shower,
you evaporated like the
magician's pigeon.
And the next entrant
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I confess hatred
couldn't win over love.
I confess I wanted to lie
on your wide chest as happy dove.
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What did you do
to my dormant heart,
I don't know.
How did you grab
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Dear,
Thousand times I wanted to make you believe,
she doesn't have any past to be posted to God.
Before the minister she can confess,
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Love isn't any game
but you try to tame me
with your cane.
Why should I kneel
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Once I arranged some
jumbled words.
It made a sense.
I thought,
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