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BRAHMARAKSASA
Author(s): Muktibodh, George John and J.P. Sharma
Source: Indian Literature, Vol. 17, No. 3 (JULY-SEPTEMBER 1974), pp. 119-126
Published by: Sahitya Akademi
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Poems
Muktibodh
BRAHMARAKSASA
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INDIAN LITERATURE
O my kanher
calling me towards the danger
where the dark well-mouth
opens
to stare at the empty sky.
Paws
cleaning feverishly
hands, chest, face
120
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POEMS
in an endless
beating rhythm.
Yet the filth remains
the filth remains
121
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INDIAN LITERATURE
Exultant
And then
with tremendous vigour
his well-versed mind
interprets
Sumer-Babylonian folktales,
the sweet Vedic hymns
and so to the latest formula,
chhand, mantra, theorem,
122
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POEMS
123
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INDIAN LITERATURE
He had died
he had been killed
in the complicated
battle-field of calculations
spread all around
in the everywhere
of decimal points.
124
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POEMS
He was ground
betwixt the intractable
inner and outer millstones.
Such the wretched tragedy.
In the well
continually speaking
through mad symbols
of how in his cell
busy in calculations
he had died away.
He disappeared
like a dead bird
125
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INDIAN LITERATURE
I desire to be
the sensitive disciple
of the Brahmaraksasa
so that
I may bring
his incomplete work,
the source of his agony,
to perfect, firmly based
summation.
( Translatedfrom Hindi by
George John & J-P- Sharma)
SIX EXCERPTS
ranting ad nauseam
you forget the burnished gold
that is silence.
(Neel Kusam)
$ * a)c * ♦ $ $
Reflect, remembering
that the rhythm of your unbroken meditation
instills life in generations yet unborn.
126
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