Dei Hara Mo-GalaRe : "On garlanding Me"

Published in "Sagarika" January 2012 page 65.

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On garlanding me eevery year
Giving different shapes and colors
the way dearness allowance comes now and then
looking for government employee!
Do you really love
on garlanding?

Or is it just a means
that simple eyes don't understand,
but I do - as you singof my love
standing behind fogs of unusual days
I only hear -
hear that unsync songs and
you are caught
I see in your eyes
that scans hideously.

The show of giving is
the pride that nakedly covers up
your desires
that comes on cat-feet
to collect and collect;
others know or not
I know what you hide
behind while giving up!

But, alas!
It's late form me to know you
when the garland has trned to
a python.
I can't abandon it
nor I can bear the load of your
love;
I count the days of perspiring
skeletons; I wait for
Maharaj Bali who can give
but not to collect and
with touch to turn
this python
to a garland
and to a real garland.

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Development of a city has always a special meanings to
some for making money. The poem questions the well-
wishers on what it meant of development. Like in India
fo rany city the course of a ring road brings in oppotunity
of business for seekers. Planners land up in building
a grey city loosing out greeneries and human touch. Can
there be a day that will make a python (ring road hanging
on the neck of a city) to a garland? The poem on behalf
a city aspires for ....
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