Taste For Tomorrow Poem by Jayanta Mahapatra

Taste For Tomorrow



At Puri, the crows.

The one wide street
lolls out like a giant tongue.

Five faceless lepers move aside
as a priest passes by.

And at the streets end
the crowds thronging the temple door:
a huge holy flower
swaying in the wind of greater reasons.

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