Self-propelled resolves the fireballthe earth
heaped in the cold storage :
shimmer the two eyes of the fish,
cloud, the dry teats of a canine female,
drinks to the dregs
Sex-tear wets the soul.
boiling in winter, rain and cold.
the Supreme Lord of Life and Death,
Time has expired :
Who,our own, is left alive?
Heart or sorrow? Crematorium or the Cell ?
Vasectomy indulged in self-preservation,
test-tube babies keep on taking birth,
hunger digests hunger,
thirst is immortal.
Love saturates the bloody balloon,
soul, in its vacuum,
perforce creates the Cleavage and the Pupa
the family symbols of the bipeds. Pyramids
scan the transformation of form and qualities
of civilisation sans feelings of sex.
Its existence will be dissolved,
like those of Dinosaur, Amphioxus,
with biologists alone.
A new leaf of civilisation is opened in the planet
as if a fresh poster gets pasted
on a cinema poster again.
Then it will be morning
and birds will sing;
in the polluted harbour
I will anchor to safety
and look at the sky,
when it will be morning.
the call of war
the whole body burns
no light no darkness
no ship no drumbeats
shall I go out to the street ?
Layers of the dust of sorrow
harden to stone
splitting open that stone
new crops will smile.
I will drink milk from the breasts of the earth
I will kiss everybody's heart
I will distribute the nirmalya of love,
When will it be morning ?