Jolting Foot-place
Jolting foot-place
We scared to sit on the chair
Leaving the atomic scientist
History also divine verses
We can’t to go beyond
The armed general clankers weapons
They show bloody eyes.
Wise person melted vanilla ice-cream
We see as children eyes.
An welfare state hind under the bed
Like a coiled snake
We scared to lay on the bed.
Paradise Structure
Yes we can build it.
Firstly need four hands
. I have just two
. So you can join me.
Secondly we measure the place
. Just seven hundred square feet
A double bed and a toy corner
. So you can join me.
It is so easier than organizing a political party
I can be stronger three times for my hands.
We can build a structure rebuilding the world
. So you can join me.
Letter Box
A letterbox hanged with prick
. In a banyan tree
I am in burning ship
My father’s portrait
. Depicted on the arm of
. A savage man
Who drive the palm-canoe?
In a deep forest stream.
Promises are remain like
. The unread letter.
A wasted letter can be a boat
. By a boy
For going with Saptadinga
To Ochin-desh.
Or a paper-drone to fly
Into the kingdom of dream-princes.
But a letter box remain alone
As a philosopher.
Bastille Day
Shoe making was the perfect job
. The wall encircled us
. Like the pond-ripples
. Cordon off
Shoe making was the perfect job.
. The Q has a passing path
. But we are in just an O
. Alone a blob
Shoe making was the perfect job.
. Passengers in a burning boat
. Screaming echoes melted of
. Fainted mob
Shoe making was the perfect job.
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Knowledge ship is sinking into three seas
Bailing out in money case
Classic wiser are hopeless
. About Euro-zone.
Koutilya smiles behind a banyan tree
Then some are waiting for Godot.
Tube well disgorging arsenic into thirsty throat
Children eat adulterant meal
Breathing contaminated air
But we are waiting for Godot.
Winning award and reward
Laughing victorious laugh
New generation
Most of them remain unknown
But I am waiting for Godot.
Long Live Dear Dredger
Heavy shower then Water clogs
. Flooded town.
Nowhere a playing yard
. For children
Even a water body
. For angling
Nowhere a piece of green
. Grazing for cattle
Even a slice of sky
. For running kite
Nowhere an olden tree
. To baptize into nature-soul
Even a herb like Tulsi or Basok
. To relief from pain
But we are, you are and I am
Just for see.
Long live dear dredger
Long live land grabber.
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