A metallic fresco
Or the statue cast in silver
Looking so beautiful
Hidden with the red hibiscus flowers!
With the tongue out of the lips
And a big nose-ring,
Mother looking gleeful
Among the red hibiscus flowers
Offered to during prayers.
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So nervous had been IOn seeing the picture of Mao Zedong that nightMy boss, your boss, yes bossMy BossI salute you, sir, salute youSo disturbed had I beenAt my first meeting with you,Meeting you for the first time, sireA Red from the Red FortMarching with the Red BrigadeAnd the Red BandsAnd the Comrades and Cadres…
I become very sad when I see
And donkeys lying unemployedAnd joblessIn this age ofInflation and joblessness.
Indian Babaji
Smoking in ganjaWith the shisyaIn his hut.
For my biography,
Will you be my biographer?
Devi Durga,
How to hear the footsteps falling,The footfall of Hers,How to hear the anklets resoundingThat She comes, comes, comes,How to feel the aroma,How to view Her with reverence,How to feel that Motherly Consciousness?
Just the tongue
And the glittering eyes visible,
Just like a fresco.
The tongue made of silver,
The eyes metallic
And set into the fresco.
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Flowers and bel leaves,If possible a little of milk,If possible with the holy Ganga water,Waiting to have their turnTo offer toThe lingam divineInside the sanctum sanctorumWhere in the dark room,Windowless,But with a small door,People entering and exiting.The bel leaves strewn across,The oil lamp burning at the corner,People coming in drovesAnd going out,Sometimes suffocation, congestion and…
Your tweets on the Twitter,
Your posting of photographs I love them and like it,But blackmail not anyone,Give not tears to anyoneEven though possessed by strong feelings,Let passion not undertake you.
The Naga sadhus,
I understood them not,Understood not,Their celibacy and sadhna,Their travels and journeys,Births and ends,Where did they come from,Where will they go,How their teachersDefeating Brahminical philosophiesAnd pundit traditions,The hathayogis
Sikkimese daughter,
The script you use?Sikkimese TibetanOr BhutiaOr Dranjongke?
I was taken aback
Before a foreign readerThrough a website,She said that she would ask her momTo explain the poemThough it sounded well,Another readerWhile going through my poemAbout Jayanta Mahapatra as an imagist,He referred to Pound and LawrenceInstead of JayantaShowing ignoranceOr he did not.