Introducing Kasturika Kumari -finished poems -something rarely seen
1.
Piece by piece
minute by minute
in the folded bud
of an orange flower
the insect
disintegrates,
dies.
2.
Onslaught of winds
Caught in a vortex
Of blue clouds
Autumn leaf.
Hanging by
a moment ago.
Alone
on the dead, dead carcass of
blackened wood
Torn asunder.
3.
The imprints through a hundred
Lined pages
The sunlight through a hundred
White sheets
The sound through a hundred
Ear drums.
This is how the heat in me pounds
The pressure swinging through
taut strings, pulled to bareness.
Edges frayed and
centers.
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