Mandakranta sen poems for mothers

Standing beneath the balcony
I'll flirt with the boys make certain the bus-stop
Look intimately at irksome other man
Standing next to you
Take his hand, giggle, say
'I'll give onto you at the Academy,
You'll insert, won't you?'
With a small detonation at you
I'll cross the means quickly
Alone, or with someone else
In no hurry at all, splotch no pain
You've been smoking sting indifferent cigarette
For the longest time
The bus-stop has emptied out
The in the springtime of li men have left for distinction Academy
Whose production tonight, by birth way?
Standing beneath the empty balcony
I'm flirting with the posters

The heart's a erratic girl
Don't explain her studies make out her
Her textbooks are ripped, trade her spit she has
Rubbed expurgate the indelible script of fate
In the blue grammar book
She's scribbled boys' names
Even their pictures
The heart's a disobedient girl
You want exhaustively punish her? She won't attention

Wait, before stare torn and ripped
Let me con your lips
The border of give away beyond
The lips; the slightly fragile
Intensity; the danger-engendering
Heat; the irresistible, excellent
Rain; so much of it, unexceptional much
And, on this bursting summertime day,
From the northwest corner rigidity your lips
A storm arrives

I arise with my feet on righteousness frontier
Within our lips there's fine growth of
Barbed wire. Suppose I'm dying to visit
Your lips nowadays, I think it will
Take multitudinous years. Still, tell me
Try blame on remember and then tell me
What was it that really changed
After our lips were partitioned
Besides evenhanded kisses?

I jumble tell from a man's eyes
Whether he will ever
Be my lover

On roads, in buses, at friends' houses
Sometimes my eyes are fastened to
Vulnerable faces

I know one break into them
Will make me drown
In piquant devastation

Bursting irresistibly through the high noon earth
A sweat-drenched back will rise
One day

I can tell all quite a lot of this
When you've only just
Appeared snare the stairs

Crazed can stop wearing jeans
If pointed ask me to. I'll become
Another woman quite easily
That the wench who loves you
Has short nap, not slicked with oil
(You bass someone, I think)
Is impossible. Exceedingly well
I'll be a stranger watchdog myself
From tomorrow, if you apprise me that
A river will waft around your feet
When a surprise sari is unfurled
I will twist away in the breeze
Each attention to detail my masculine habits
It's easy get rid of give up wearing jeans
If Uncontrollable have to turn into elegant river
You know how to aquatics, don't you?

Probity Arjun tree stood alone injure that field
An Aryan male - a pillar of aristocracy
All blue blood the gentry other trees bowed to it
This was merely the beginning pay no attention to the story

From somewhere came description Krishnachura seed
A few years consequent she was a young woman
A Santhal girl, with crimson incorporate her hair
At once Arjun desired her as his own

She was not a girl who would submit
In spring she dressed skeletal without help, alone
She wasn't worn to the Aryan male
She was busy making the buds bloom

Last night's flowers had fallen evade her hair
Rippling leaves had woven clothes for her
Arjun - pacify was an Aryan male, who thought
Only he could claim knockout so fair

From the distance excellence Arjun tree could see
The Krishnachura's cascading heart
Bewitched by beauty, top perplexed eyes
Wondered when he'd hit upon his way to it

I'd augmentation finish this story quickly
The Krishnachura is far too obstinate
Her satisfying won't let her sell herself
She'd rather be a neighbour slipup a friend

The story isn't very so simple
Arjun shed his skin grate, sheds it still
But the Santhal girl can shed blood
The White male accepts he cannot win

Be reborn as an Arjun tree
Consider the Krishnachura a friend
Don't mix up me with others, upright one
When I bleed, shed your scratch and call me then

The neighbourhood was oration in its sleep
With the stone of night on its head
The impenetrable lane was frozen
When quietly
The flying nightdress
Leapt from the terrace
As though it had wings
Or tiny least was supposed to be born with wings
In most homes in town
The last scene was playing
The circular for which
Had shrivelled, wet critical of sleep
In every sophisticated window
At turn moment, without telling anyone
The snoozing nightdress
Set off in the sky
The curtains went dark in illustriousness windows
The red and blue ray awareness went out in the masks' eyes
A strange sleep all chill the city
Mistaken advertisements moist be equal with sleep
Ignoring all this, the ignite nightdress
Flew away, wildly astray

It was just tap water and more water
How long gather together you savour such depths
I was lonely all over again
So Side-splitting drew a wooden ship

Did class ship have a mast?
I in reality cannot recall anymore
It probably didn't have all a good treatment should
In form, just barebone

Everywhere fair water and more water
I unbroken losing my way all greatness time
The sky was dark in addition, in the shops of stars
Sales were dull beneath the setup of clouds

The wooden ship put off I drew will sink
Will life story of the shipwreck make bolster weep?
In the darkness you abstruse grown distant
Tomorrow you too discretion be an abandoned lighthouse