Monday, February 04, 2008



Kobi Thakur is teller of truth, not seeker of links.
He forges ahead, not caring who swims or sinks.
He is poet. He is not swimming coach.
Whoever annoys him he will stomp like roach--
Like an old roach with uneven legs,
Chuck it in bin like washed-out dregs;
Or leave it drowning in its own juices;
Or torment it while the grinder sluices.

Saturday, February 02, 2008



kokilo mone,
kuhe pichhone;
dhorite gelam--
hagilo dhone.



aashun dada, boshun dada,
chhnirchhi mora bal--
raja babu-r chhoto meye ke
lagay kanai lal.

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