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THE RIVER

Yes, a thousand pardons

Yes, My poems to you hang in Pan Supari shops.
Sell on rail way platforms

Along with coloured soda bottles and Supari packets

Yes, strange bed fellows -

Rags for deaning Pan leaves
Stumps of bidis groaning under boo<theels

But:, 'Black poetry in white ink' and
"0 Lord, make me even a streetwalker in
Montparnasse'' -

Won't they shame me into pride and redemption?
Await the redemption
Of these faceless treetrunks, these stuff'd men -

Until then,,, , , ,· , , , , . ,
A fthousand pardons, it:arry.