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Poem of the Month
Autobiography of Dew by Ananda Majumder


Long before the fall starts to offer us dew-drizzle
I am drenched with your love
A shadow is skinning into temple light
Creeping up to summit
Where I slavishly copy my existence
Copious leaves are deciduously fallen straight
I have the interest in rather falling pattern
This is the time to enjoining marching time
Like the falling love in veneer lighting up its stream line

I have a boat to travel inside
When I say, I love you, I am impeccably precise

2.

Believe me, what I say, I don’t mean
My contradictions are auditioned in my leap
Lascivious regeneration of voluptuous existence, all have been burnt off
Before I begun to dry my inside up, wet my interior with cry for you
In decadence of sight

Beauty seen is sinister, oh eyeless, all spinsters are my girl friend
I see a bunch of spinster tree, non regenerative

They are yet to cross the lines of fertility
All shadows are nude; I am the light to dress them up

3.

An enlightened lamp said to me, dying of light
Blight of beauty risking my sight

Oh! Today! With unbelievable might of my poem!
I will make you my Radha!

You will dance with me like inseparable Radha!

In the midst of cosmic dew, I sing the song of Krishna

Denial of dichotomy is condoned …

There is no Radha and Krishna… we are inseparable in dance

I will dance with you, please




4.


I will sing, I am from a remote village of Bengal
I have thrown out my wedding ring, I will sing for the Bengal

In the pond where I drowned to learn swim
In unshorn bushes, where my eye cried for love

Therefore, you call me spinster
I have devoured the heaven... devastating for blood stained vagina
I am the bio-morphological forensic world

Where the witness is innocent blood

Where love is morph sized
Where festive profanity is undermined

Sight is singing the seeing
Hand is remarking the blowing
Heart is dropping beats for rhyming with you
The path is absolutely anew
 
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