Golaka behari Acharya - Flute Tune

A darkness was erupting like smoke
under the bush
the chorus of old agile Pravakar’s
bent back bone and disc prolapse
the tomb; a sylvan historian
witnesses all these and a lot more.

Amidst the pandemonium of the parliament
and withering manifestoes
a flower falls somewhere in Kalahandi
dreams slip like handicaps on the way
sleep like dried rivers
palsaid people crawl for a meal
finding no help; Shira commits suicide
to live no life.A paralytic Chaitan Khuntia
waits for the pension to get love of others.

I still listen to the flute tune
sung in the orchard
the creepers buzz in them
the mango groove tilts abuzz
the earth murmurs as a plough man ploughs
the hymn echoes in me
live a life worth living.26-12-2010

Golaka behari Acharya

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