Lines More Lunatic Than The Sun – 10 Poem by murari sinha

then
owing to the pollen-grains
i can’t become a good goal-keeper

even a morning
overcast with nimbus
does not walk
catching the finger of the clap of the thunder
courtesy the james-clip
in her malkosh is playing on
the caw
the news-paper hawker
the maid-servant
though with some different bonding
with some different lighting

so much lachrymose on the cover of the opposite-water
as if at the gate of the candle-manufacturing-plant
some one by the capsicum get attached
the well-being information of the bison that breaks easily
and after stealing some over-boundaries
from the store of the un-timely spring
mingles with the pages of physics
a ratnti-kali-puja
that’ve got titillations from the nail-polish

through the act of walking
i’m
as i can guess
going to become drunk-mad