Even the dictates of almanac <br />Mislead the sacred course <br />Of the holy Ganges <br />Into the arid zones <br />Of the sandy pasture of Thar <br />For a smell of vegetation. <br /> <br />Sundari smiles <br />While hanging like <br />A dried up saree <br />From the balcony string <br />Of her dingy cell on West Avenue, <br />For she offers an eye-contact <br />To the tattered frame of <br />A cycle-rickshaw below. <br /> <br />After a casual copulation <br />When the domesticated sparrow <br />Flies into the blue <br />Leaving her in pregnant deception. <br />Strange, <br />She still collects dry twigs <br />To build a dream, <br />To lay eggs <br />And brood in incubation!<br /><br />R.K Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mislead-3/
