viren dangwal Poems

are a basin filled with blood
seeping into the corners of the house

we are the swollen eyelids
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he is a sacrificial fire
in which the gods are constantly putting fuel

when darkness spreads its vast sheet
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yellow tinged verdant
leaves have come up.
abundant
glittering.
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i have never heard an elephant cough
although as the zoologists say
he too posseses lungs
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everything happens inside time
because
there is no outside of time
night is inside time
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its been long
since i found anything
not even an ordinary coin
i used to find so many things
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He is the copper-coloured god
one eye is the sun, the other moon
dark his tresses
how long, how dirty
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i am the brilliance of summer
and like a seed
the hidden warmth of winter
i am the pleasent lonesomeness of spring
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i am the indistinct whisper of sand
the honest voice of the bricks

i am the seed of the papaya
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dont in panic
bang around like this sparrow
into the window pane, the mirror
you will break your beak, tear your claws
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