Poem''s Old Robe And New Robe Poem by Upendra Majhi

Poems, old robes to, rescind, Robes Of cryptic religion,
of cryptic God, of old moon, of old flower, both its beauty
and fragrance, of old solitude, of lunar night, of beloved lip
, eyes and beauty, of old query
New query, its consignment has arrived,
query of hungerpang, parched earth need to be fecund,
so that all be jocund,
cloud must rain that wander
, Or else dig the river,
Who knows, who has not eaten, Which child is starving?
It has not rained on that part,
My cloud, I will make it rain only on me,
Who knows who has got no half a roti? So many are there, sitting.
Night is dark and long, Ghosts are also there,
Hunger pang is recurrent, What to fight, what not,
In this long night, in this dark night, In this eerie night,
yell at the ghost sitting on tree branch,
he has nobusinees to frighetn hungry stomach,
in this starving night, Night is dark and long.