Spraying Red-Rose Poem by murari sinha

to print herself the headache of the magnolia
sometimes spreads up to the legs of the ripe mangos

in the water that creeps up to the horizon
the magic-deer of panchbati is sailing solo

under the neon-sun the groundnuts learn
the vow-tale of the deep lipstick

if in the centre of the mango-pith … standing on the hanging-balcony
there is a flower of guava … then …while walking along her sweet grievances... some day that handmade fan must be traced… to make the clouds that are swept in by storm more literate … the time to dip the painting brush in the colour of whose recommendations is still……..

it happens… from the desire to get printed
the magic-deer… before reaching to any literacy-centre …
some dusts gather on her body…
some part is eaten by the ants…

although there should have been some arrangements
to spray the red-rose regularly

and next … the winter comes

the hands want to be stolen
under the blue scarf