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Water to water,Wind to wind,Spirit to spiritThe return journeyTo the five elementsThe body is composed off.
The red-mouthed, red-faced monkey talk I,
Winking at,But is not,If teased or thrown at.The small grey or brown haired red monkeyBut with the red face,Jumping to and fro,Snatching the lily from the handsIn the temple complex.The red-red, red-mouthed monkeysStill haunt my mindAnd I grow anxious with regard to their population,The dwindling numbers,The change in habitats,The destruction brought on to themBy human…
Jayanta Mahapatra’s Door of Paper is what his verse cannot be,
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Indian mongoose
Passing through the thickets or hedgerows,Hiding in the burrows,A small animalJust like the moleOf the rat groupOr hedgehog like.
Who is the girl weeping in the temple complex,
As per the plot of the brokers and astrologers,Horoscope-makers and pundits,Whether a sevadasi kept by a fake yogiBetrayed in the name of religion?Who is the girl weeping,What is it that ails her self,Who brought her here,What conspired it and brought about her fall,Who, who from her loving parents,The lovely daughter of the loving and caring…
The dark daughter,
Poor daughterAsking for nothing,Living a life so humbly,So simplyWhat you give, she will,What you ask her not, she will not,Wherever place youWhatever the circumstancesAnd situations of life,She will be underCompromising with!My dark daughter,My small daughter,My lovely daughterYou could not feel her,Know her!