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poem

Title of this poem is not “Ants”

Though titled ‘Ants’, this poetic piece
doesn’t have either a life of its own
nor any halo around it

Sans any vain imageries of either
separation or grief
ants are breaking all poetic rules

This poem is an escape from history
without any nostalgia,
neither sublimity
nor the flow of Papanasini

Unable to withstand the sense and
senselessness
the ants are creeping
among these verses;

Without the least faith in lyricism
the ants are searching for poetic impulses
outside the walls of lyrics

The symbols in this poem are nothing but
pieces of life oft used and discarded
by contemporaries

The smell of silence is akin to that of the
frozen bodies in a government hospital

There was sensuous mourns of prostitution
inside a taxi car

There was the lament of the dropouts pasted on the
walls of the police station

Ultra modern lusty obesity of the female mass was in wait
In the condensed darkness of the
transport bus stand

The solitude of the corroded
bodies of a dog lie in the rail track
The discar…

poem

Title of this poem is not “Ants”

Though titled ‘Ants’, this poetic piece
doesn’t have either a life of its own
nor any halo around it

Sans any vain imageries of either
separation or grief
ants are breaking all poetic rules

This poem is an escape from history
without any nostalgia,
neither sublimity
nor the flow of Papanasini

Unable to withstand the sense and
senselessness
the ants are creeping
among these verses;

Without the least faith in lyricism
the ants are searching for poetic impulses
outside the walls of lyrics

The symbols in this poem are nothing but
pieces of life oft used and discarded
by contemporaries

The smell of silence is akin to that of the
frozen bodies in a government hospital

There was sensuous mourns of prostitution
inside a taxi car

There was the lament of the dropouts pasted on the
walls of the police station

Ultra modern lusty obesity of the female mass was in wait
In the condensed darkness of the
transport bus stand

The solitude of the corroded
bodies of a dog lie in the rail track
The discar…