Monidipa Mondal

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February Rhyme / Lines for a Boy
I see you now, in your winter-sun prison, Your head full of music and sting like a bee; There's spring at your window but spring will not touch you -- The frost in your bones will alone here decree. I see you now, with your anger like Moses, Your nations of roses sprout thorns in the night. When you...
Posted on 28 February 2011 | 9:03 pm
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October Blues
Blues catch like cold (but untold and forlorn). And you sniffle a little, then freeze into stone On your park bench where (flaming and swirling around) The leaves that don't touch you will rain on to ground; Till the children and housewives and candyfloss men With their lazy cries, crazy lies save y...
Posted on 20 October 2010 | 1:28 am
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A Song for September
Sit and watch, sit and watch Till it comes for you: a tiny tune With a tilted hat and sad moustache And crimson heart hastily sewn Upon the sleeve. Do receive Its clumsy fingers in your own; Lend it a small rhyme to weave Dancing rain in autumn-blown Branches, pavements, cloudy streets; Rise and tak...
Posted on 21 September 2010 | 2:14 am
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