Torso Of A Puppet Poem by Golaka Acharya

Golaka Acharya

Golaka Acharya

Keshadurapal, Keonjhar, Orissa, India, Phone- 09938175100

Torso Of A Puppet

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Light shakes
as a branch tilts
in the wind
life runs
flimsyand quick
forwarded vcd it is
still
your face is visible
neatly
darkness fails to hide
as past lurks
I feel my need-past and present
future haunts me never
let it as it comes.
Once jumping into the river
to die
death dipped in it
I got injured.

A door opens
a conch blows
a puppet looks
a season fades
and
a death waits for me in living
still
how lovely it is to live.

A hailstone strikes
its icy touch
sucks my pain
gives something other.

Oh! How sad I am
how happy I am
a torso of a puppet
the rest
still a puppet it is;
a child plays.

How sad and happy I am!
Keshadurapal; 18/11/2010

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Keshadurapal, Keonjhar, Orissa, India, Phone- 09938175100
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