Here is a teaser:
'Splattered on the streets
are dead rats as if caught
amidst a stretch and a yawn
Looking well-fed, they whose
lives are hidden, their death
is a revelation '
A picture of a dead rat
will serve as a poster
for this poem
which aspires to grab a
moment not as fleeting
not as rare, if one walks
(But then, this is the New
Wave of Indian Poetry, so)
the streets at nights before
sweepers broom the roads
an hour into dawn.
So capturing a dead rat on the
smartphone camera is more
probable than sighting a lion
on a safari but probably scarier
To read this poem further
wait in the queue overnight
before the day of its release
Wear your warm clothes,
that winter night will make
you shiver.
'Splattered on the streets
are dead rats as if caught
amidst a stretch and a yawn
Looking well-fed, they whose
lives are hidden, their death
is a revelation '
A picture of a dead rat
will serve as a poster
for this poem
which aspires to grab a
moment not as fleeting
not as rare, if one walks
(But then, this is the New
Wave of Indian Poetry, so)
the streets at nights before
sweepers broom the roads
an hour into dawn.
So capturing a dead rat on the
smartphone camera is more
probable than sighting a lion
on a safari but probably scarier
To read this poem further
wait in the queue overnight
before the day of its release
Wear your warm clothes,
that winter night will make
you shiver.
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