[ VERA PAPA MORTUUS EST]
A Hungry Generation message on the death of Pope John XXIII
While looking at the red yellow glass window
suddenly that day
during the moment of slovenly afternoon I
untangled
staring at the sunrays
'Pope's kingdom and
his illness's
mysterious germ's elasticity
in finger a big
globe of earth
showing the circular circumference
I had told you at Kolkata
'Pope's kingdom
and his illness's mysterious germ's elacticity
may be measured.'
Do you not want war against germs ?
At least I do not
because if that war is not a holy war then
In the darkness of whose open mouth at Kurukshetra
seeing the image of a smaller globe I
would be like a surprised
playing doll of the Kauravas ?
Will I not be like a bag myself
shaken the inside
germs' terrorism's shilling-pound's sound,
of rolling I would make you listen to ?
Like many other men this twentyseven twentyeight
years of puny aggrieved life's unending
membrane veins innards
in profound love with body
repeatedly descended
why did we waver ?
With real drunkard, sinner,
theologian, pious and thief I could not engage myself.
Could not travel far on boat
love did not become strong--
no disagreement took place on canal side--
Reader, now, from the pulpit of Rome
staring at the far away window
it seems the halo is extinguished
near Catholic mission
for the malnourished children of India I
would easily request for powder milk
after the death of forty ninth Pope in shrewd knowledge
forty Pope's germ free longevity returns-- with this sense.
But ours as well
like many other men
another twenty twentytwo years' lifespan is available.
Till that time I would sit at the air port
see the departure and arrival of air planes
or visit the printing press and tell them my poems
do not print thumb imprint do not print or
marks of tail's hoof
do not print or
change me
in the main window of mystery
when in darkness yellow blue various colours
are wiped out Pope's kingdom today
atomic like a germ
innumerable, shrewd and soft
headman God appeared with retinues.
A Hungry Generation message on the death of Pope John XXIII
While looking at the red yellow glass window
suddenly that day
during the moment of slovenly afternoon I
untangled
staring at the sunrays
'Pope's kingdom and
his illness's
mysterious germ's elasticity
in finger a big
globe of earth
showing the circular circumference
I had told you at Kolkata
'Pope's kingdom
and his illness's mysterious germ's elacticity
may be measured.'
Do you not want war against germs ?
At least I do not
because if that war is not a holy war then
In the darkness of whose open mouth at Kurukshetra
seeing the image of a smaller globe I
would be like a surprised
playing doll of the Kauravas ?
Will I not be like a bag myself
shaken the inside
germs' terrorism's shilling-pound's sound,
of rolling I would make you listen to ?
Like many other men this twentyseven twentyeight
years of puny aggrieved life's unending
membrane veins innards
in profound love with body
repeatedly descended
why did we waver ?
With real drunkard, sinner,
theologian, pious and thief I could not engage myself.
Could not travel far on boat
love did not become strong--
no disagreement took place on canal side--
Reader, now, from the pulpit of Rome
staring at the far away window
it seems the halo is extinguished
near Catholic mission
for the malnourished children of India I
would easily request for powder milk
after the death of forty ninth Pope in shrewd knowledge
forty Pope's germ free longevity returns-- with this sense.
But ours as well
like many other men
another twenty twentytwo years' lifespan is available.
Till that time I would sit at the air port
see the departure and arrival of air planes
or visit the printing press and tell them my poems
do not print thumb imprint do not print or
marks of tail's hoof
do not print or
change me
in the main window of mystery
when in darkness yellow blue various colours
are wiped out Pope's kingdom today
atomic like a germ
innumerable, shrewd and soft
headman God appeared with retinues.
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