The marbles of malice and proclivity are scattered
all over the thorps and lanes.
In every corner
hungry uncles are teaching the kissaholic
couples a lesson on morality.
The broken-dick Garudas are landing from the tattoos of soldiers.
'Coz a new scripture will be written on righteousness.
The crows belonging to the places of pilgrimage
will be the supervisors.
The sirens are prepared to suppressÂ
the trumpets of elephants.
Returned from exile,
the woebegone yakshas are dancing frantically.
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A while ago, they stole the slippers of the boys busy in oblationÂ
and threw them towards the past.
They know quite wellÂ
that some hooligans are trapped in the time-spaceÂ
as they ventured to erase their footprints.
They pressed the right button at the wrong timeÂ
and activated the Stone age.
Here, if you rub the stone on a stone,
It will diminish fire giving birth to the darkness.
It will pour the chill of morgueÂ
over the innumerable rows of transfixed entities.
(Subhrasankar Das hails from Tripura, India. He authored 'Tontukit' , 'Baul Molecules', 'Sfotikchapa Phosphorus' , and 'An Anachronous Shower' and translated literary pieces of Shyamal Bhattacharya, Larissa Shmailao, Mario Santagostin, Linda Pastan, Trishna Basak, Padmasree Majumder and others. He edits 'Shadowkraft' and 'Water'.)
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