fault lines?

In the old days, if a text was demanding,
the reader felt it was his lack.
These days the poet is to blame.
Devious are the ways
of this dying age.

Viswanatha Satyanarayana

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funeral pyre

You rained down poems on the whole world
like a dark monsoon-cloud,
but red flames leaping toward heaven
burn the lips that once sang
of an arrow
that bites the dust.

Kalamekar