Laugh Of The She Professor Poem by Dwitun Basumatary

Life ceases where positive fists dwell.
A jade piece can't stay calm in a she
but rush to where fire and wood meet,
as without surnames the courtiers of sky;
Phoenixes in pairs stroll the edge of clouds.

The Earth Lo! is same and you're not
Snowflakes still fly down to kiss you
The moon torch you to meet yer lover
The splash of crocs that attract rain; for
rainbows which aren't tended by mother earth.

For who can delight a chiken's heart?
The old does; but a zombie we've turned to.
But those that drift in winds of heaven
Have vulgar longings; without care or worry
His face, body, mind all empty and vague.

The night was dark and clear of cold,
But still to teach victory spells to fools,
is to tire your toungue in vain. For the true
Spell, Charm lies vapoured in your veins
Just as crops none can grow in fire; or dank.

As waterfalls flapping like curtains
Silver coin are sown but each grow stranger.
As thunderstorms stills trade and fair
the Prime Mininter goes to his inner quaters
Dreaming if at all he could be a king.

With wine and verse today we celebrate:
To hell with the beggar outside my gate.
Who cares if to try something new?
Leave and move on to stranger hills
Ad worry not still if moksha flies outta my way.

You polish stones to make mirrors,
And you waste your life to achiev nothing.
Heaven adapts the body to live for ever;
As raven nests high in the cloudy peaks
As drunkards find the moon shine bright as ever.