Rites Ghosh

Keep these verbs
you may require them
to bend a steel of wrath-
sharp weapons from behind
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Let rain bring back the rhyme
from beyond mythical hills:
dry stony earth, this page,
cracks of my mind full-
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Loneliness, you come to me
in my morning varandah and sipping tea
when after crushing summer
comes first the brave busy shower.
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I am just forty
when my father
at seventy-three's duskglow
runs with
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Milestones of a forlorn road
lie wayside
under mists and partial shadows
behind wintercanvas -
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Mysrerious earth would it be
when you and I sit together-
this grand old river of good wishes
like the meeting table in between us
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Tonight, the world is too drenched,
the unmoved earth too distilled
under films of rainy shades-
I dream, in such a soaked, sultry night
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yet I return trudging
back to your port-
knee deep water
where sorrows sport,
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Some good cracks
tired walls, now you're
flogged
black and blue-
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Dear words,
once my playmate
too lovely and bold,
now drifted so far and slips
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Monsoon clouds are now rising vision.
its fantastic is piled up in disharmony,

the far-off towers and porches
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My soul now lies
in brown hours
like the unravished letter
trapped inside a brown envelop.
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Yesterday I told
I love you.
Previous day I told
I love you.
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Tamed my eyes
i've tamed my waters
gargling water, bursting bubbles
that snipped my rest,
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Let's be good revellers
and in the funny winds loll,
sipping frivolty from glasses of poetry:
one causeless mutter
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Hold your grief:

this pull of sorrow must be reined -
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For the last nine days
I watched him at his intense toil,
minutely depositing basest substance
at his best will and stubbornness-
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One harvest 's done,

waiting in hand
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I set to question my love,
questioned-
and saw
like a child I gathered up
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So many miles,
so many miles-
you sprouted high
with all green endowments:
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