Kissing-Point Poem by murari sinha

how much has been burnt
the lips of the aalpanaa
by the heat of the blue letters

the absentmindedness
that can penetrate this flavour
gets hullo-cut
coming to the wedding-relation

do fly oh bird
yet you flow with fast steps
in the deep of the wave
with a long hanging bag on your shoulder

let more horse-carts be composed
for the clouds

let the gate adorned with a figure of lion
be immersed for some time more
in deep-meditation

he who is fallen from the wings of the deer
has a chest of 42 and a half inch

you should look it
coming how much nearer to the talisman
that serpentine lane and that tasty loose-hair
becomes totally blank


you should also see
reaching to what kissing-point
the glacier of the versification
can vanish
without leaving any trace