This house, this body, these eyes, these lips
Udaya Narayan Singh
One day this house will be home to ghosts and ghouls
That day open the bricks, bolts, unlock the knot in the wrist
Of the door find in every grain of rot the termites uttering
his beloved Dark name
One day this body will be skeleton nothing but bones
Count my ashes and take a bag of rice take immortality
Take love take the holy books take violent unease that name
will still remain
One day these eyes these pictures powdered into glass will fill
Your pride. Count the tears take the price of every story
A minor raag a faulty key the busy poem’s jobbing dancing demon
will still return to its tree
One day these lips will fuse with the music of dust some pretence
At poetry by the thirsty poet will become pollen still you’ll find
So many lines half-said thoughts unfinished, the curse of listening
will be your inheritance.
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