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sarojkanta dash Poems
Spring in my Village
Spring matures into summer Like the youth of a poor man’s Daughter. -too short to live
Come With The Rain
Come with the rain And moist my eyes Gone dry From one hundred years of
Confession of a Terrorist
A goon and a killer? Agreed! A sinner of any stand? Agreed!
To the Solitary Voyager
Navigate Like a solitary voyager Collect pearls And share with
You are a dull pain
You are a dull pain ` Somewhere in my heart. Sometimes abrupt contraction of muscles -Quite convulsive-
The Concentration Camp
I entered into the Concentration Camp On my own On the dot of ten a.m., Found no Hitler
Strum! Strum! On some nerve You played on.
They say It’s a secret. Wind steals a way Under the knotty tree,
Move and Carve Out your Own Space
(Let the hedge take up too much space And the garden is spoiled.) There’s a lot of space behind
Tuk…tuk…tuk The barbet goes And solidifies The summer noon
Dismantle My Heart
Dismantle my heart To your use But go slow and easy Let your tenderness
An Old Man's Prayer
Why venture Into the rabbit warren And repent? I would rather remain
You Are A Free Bird
Think that you are a free bird Enjoy your flight In happy or trying times.
A Foul Thing
Wrapped in polished khaddar Wherever he moves -That smelly thing-
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Spring in my Village
Spring matures into summer
Like the youth of a poor man’s
-too short to live
On the roadside creeper-
That is nameless.
She blooms on every petal
Fragrant and white as innocence.
No poet’s fancy to stir
Flower’s day is eventless,
But when the stars
Paint the sky
The sun’s bloom
Is the moon’s joy.
Together with its nocturnal flight
Like the voice of a bar girl,
And the moon
-Intoxicated by the fragrance-
Dressed in white stubbornness
Roams about the flowers