ARUP RATAN HALDAR Poems

I, the transfiguration of the hallowed evening
smell the randomness of a bellowing fire
and my tongue twisted in the plateau
I mourn you, you the warmer wind
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And the flagrant eyes turn their gaze
beneath the uncut light
I, the gracious fire
get you in the pangs of the wings
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And where is the altered way?
You banish the tracks
gigling with an unfathomed aura of silence
you are beyond phenomenon
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