Pankaj Prasoon Poems

A mega urban forest
abode of two billion
amused
mesmerised
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Poetry becomes a weapon
Against the tyrants and imperialists
In Tunisia, Egypt and Syria
Yemen, Bahrain and Russia
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On the open ground lying remote
thousands and thousands of vultures
descended
absorbed
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Wearing coarse yellow saree*
with red borders
there she goes… Mother India
to work
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Sharmajee, sixty -year old
sold medicine
in his small shop
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i saw the ocean
first time
at Kanyakumari
calm n' quiet
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Trayvon Martin
seventeen year old
stepped out of the apartment called Retreat
at Twin Lakes housing complex
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In the memory of Cheekoo, my dog

There you are lying-in your usual meditative posture
breathless
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...that day
i was coming from Howrah
to Dhanbad
on the Coalfield Express
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I love the hills
hills, mountains, and even cliffs
it should be of hill clan
be it Himalayas, Vindhya, Alps, Andes, Kilimanjaro...
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