Subhash Mukhopadhyay Poems

Whether flowers
bloom or not
it's spring today
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Flooding the western sky
with a pool of blood,
like a highwayman
glaring at passersby,
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Under the sky's cataract-blinded eyes
where ancient darkness stoops
its head sagging to its knees
a walking stick in its hand
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Standing on one leg, arms reaching up
hair piled high in unkempt yogi knots
a tree peers down
and the more he sees the more he is amazed
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My daughter Pupé
whenever on the terrace
wants the big blue sky
in her tiny little hands
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