by Ajay Kumar
Water makes no sound, friendly petioles
pardon leaves which flavor the wind green.
Message of crow echoes, torch by torch.
A bird of sound alone, a small bird by sound,
flies from the mountains of that side-
rubber rubber rubber mountains mountains
rubber rubber rubber rubber mountains rubber
rubber palm bananas bananas palm rubber
pole pole
road road road road road road road road road
canal canal canal canal canal canal canal canal
road road road road road road road road road
pole pole
wall gate gate wall wall wall wall wall wall
drumsticks coconut coconut
hibiscus tulsi tobacco coconut
well neem
coconut coconut
-to the coconuts of this side, a fossil of a song
from the east to the west is a kingfisher,
a piece of cloud stuck in his throat, whitening it.
The trinity of coconuts sways, in memory
of a fulfilling wind, in extinction of right-angles,
all curving & moving, the white-throat drops
an anchovy, like punctuation, like leaves falling
in alliteration
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