Matin Bairagi Poems

There's no clamor, no uproar at all, silent hours
Two birds and a moon can be seen behind the chhatim tree
Look at the glory and jealousy and greed mingle with soil
The soil turns these into another form
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When I remain sitting
When a certain twilight, stretching its last light all around Raise shudders in the tender leaves of the trees
And roll their variegated spectrum up I remain sitting like a barren land
My eyes are, then, in a steadfast look to an end
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The king was eaten up by his servile dogs when he was in deep sleep
in an opportune night They ate everything and the king
Then, nothing was visible but the little bones of his thoughts kept in the burrow of an asoka* tree standing afar
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His name was Majesty, at least all the people around know that
Nobody saw him before, he never met anybody else
Everyone have two or three or more longer names
But he has only one single name-with no surname-
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The sound was there, positively it existed, surely,
Why then have I listened to
It may be of hammer, or a wheel, or of a pair of hardy hands push plough
It may happen, some one or a group of people is driving a boat
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No, don't expect anything, everything will be broken down
Do not complain any6 time, your suffering s will increase
Your anguish and annoyance will rise endlessly
Until they touch the sky
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When silently I touch the depth of sunken subconscious sense
The words break down, some nearby, some of them in far apart,
When you turn into a vast meadow, your face comes down
As a sky and a star, when strange planets turn vocal
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Whole day there's miss call, whole day lonely sky
Drops down all the colors, sounds of wailing floats on the sky
Who are you sitting alone whole day beside
The Stars fly on the wings of firefly, touches the tiredness
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When I became tired of walking, a bit of rest, a few drops of water,
I know not when I came near the river
I saw the cool night, somebody is sitting
When I asked, he said, I'm the river, there's rippling of stream.
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The way we hear shouting of the night, was somebody's death sentence
Only the darkness turned into protection and was warning us
And tells us it was the last throe of human beings and that murder increases
Then if the undousing fire stab the window pane and a cruel light sprays out
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