Some Fallen-Leaves Regarding Longevity - 2 Poem by murari sinha

let the swimming pool be fully absorbed
with its dark-room

when the feather of your fore-finger
becomes green

the merchant of venice
will leave his business of photo-coping machine
to start walking directly
in search of new earnings

evening sets in
on the boiler of the delta

putting on yellow-dress comes
the water-vessel of the paper-balloon

there is no singing bird
shivering with cold
in the fold of the dear bed-sheet

it is possible that the boldness of the metro-railway
may give some wood of tamarisk
on the expanded palms

yet oh the western page of night
do tell today
why so much tamed polythene
are here in our cohabitation