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		<title>Poems by Sujash Purna</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Harrowing Tale of a Tale Harrower &#160; Breaking clods of stories, architecting blue prints of the amorphous, dream shaped capsules plopping down like pills in beer bottles. &#160; I am engaged in the blue-eyed barrier, red cells collapsing in my blood shots, hauntingly the shades of presence, the shadows of departure envelope the pottery, mud-mixing [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;"><strong>Harrowing Tale of a Tale Harrower</strong></span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Breaking clods of stories,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">architecting blue prints of the amorphous,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">dream shaped capsules</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">plopping down like pills</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">in beer bottles.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">I am engaged in the blue-eyed barrier,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">red cells collapsing in my blood shots,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">hauntingly the shades of presence,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">the shadows of departure</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">envelope the pottery,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">mud-mixing make-believers-</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">telling tell-tale tales.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;"><strong>Fifth’s the Ready</strong></span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Only a new calendar could solve all our worries.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">We know we fell from the trees in the wind;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Dust of flakes from the pale god in cold.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">We smear no red in our awakening but gray</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">It’s just that we don’t want to look ugly.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">The sun rains its rays on us from a boiling pot</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Of sky when down here we freeze</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">To write down our dreams</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Of forgotten quotes by C.S. Lewis or by that writer</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Forgotten due to the number of dreams.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">No human mind was designed to remember everything.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">It’s not like that we wander. It’s not like we’re lost.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">It’s just us with a bellyful of worries to be heard,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">To be found, to be seen, and again, to dream.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">But then, I heard your name through the intercom</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">In a galaxy of shop when you’re just lost</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">In the aisles of condiments and canned food.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">In the milky ways of Milky Ways;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">It wasn’t that you would be on the “Missing”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Page but what makes me worried that you will</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Be lost anyways, around your margins of what has been</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">And what has not,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">The white sheets graying with our age.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">The same pale God of water in a different name</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">In a different country where we call it Tushara</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Reminds us how small our worries are</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">Looked from above. They are all white.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">On the fifth day of our new year we promise,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">We smear no red in our awakening but gray,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">It’s just that we don’t want to look ugly.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;">About the Poet</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia, palatino, serif;"><strong>Sujash Purna</strong> is a poet and student. He was born in Dhaka, Bangladesh, and at the age of 18, came to the US to study English. His poem &#8216;Dhaka&#8217; won the third place in the Wax Poetry and Art&#8217;s 14th Poetry Contest. His poetry appeared in publications, such as the Five 2 One, Prairie Winds, Off the Coast, Harbinger Asylum, Stonecoast Review, and the Inwood Indiana. His book “Biriyani” is coming out soon from Ohio’s The Poet’s Haven Author Series.</span></p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2018/08/25/poems-by-sujash-purna/">Poems by Sujash Purna</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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