Soumar Bhuyan Poems

Wintry eyed in the throes of a summer's irradiance
That melts irises, or threatens to, when men
Know not what the desert can do to them; I tried
To shake off my Himalayan bearing, as and when
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Twilight is a time for reconnaissance
Of the whimsical or blind
Bovines of the village, cast adrift
In the madness of the moment,
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Avian innards splattering in oil, unminded
By mess drudges soaked in the juices of toil,
Minding instead the goat, the fish, the peas
Requisitioned by hoodlums on the boil;
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