Politics
Even when he eats, talks, sleeps
As has no work to do
But politics,
Politics.
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Got the light from,The glowworm fascinatingWith its glow and glimmerGiving the star twinkleOf the starry night illusionsSo bespectacled and illuminating?
A fanatic’s daughter
Suspicious ofIf somebody is seeing herAnd her conservative dadKeeping a watch overHer natural and spontaneous smiles.
Take you alcohol,
Be you not an alcoholic,Addicted to,Lying fallen on the roads.Spoil you not with alcoholismThough take youBut within a limit.
Was it a centre of
Sex satisfaction and consummation,Sambhoga to samadhi,Sex to meditation,So was osho,So were his disciples,Sanyasins,So the shisyas,All with sex partners,Satisfying sexual hungerWithout any hesitation?
The fates of the candidates
Sealed in the ballot boxesAs for who’ll winAnd who’ll lose the electionTo have the last laughAs the member of the ParliamentOr the minister?On whom Lady Luck will smile it,The lottery draw coming to the lot ofIn Kaun Banega CrorepatAnd who’ll be the ‘Khakhpati’,Dreams nurtured so farTurned into ashes,Burnt to ashes,The king of ashes and coals…
Even if one flips and fleets the pages of Bare Face
One will find the same bare face of the poet,The same unchanged Mahapatra.His imagery whatever be that finally takes toHis utter lapsing into the realms ofNothingness, existentialism and nihilismAnd the poet appears to be bewildered.Instead of giving aesthetic pleasure, the poet tasksThe brain,With his pictures of the dowry deaths, gender prejudice,Domestic violence and bruises and…