Taste For Tomorrow
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Jayanta Mahapatra
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At Puri, the crows.
The one wide street
lolls out like a giant tongue.
Five faceless lepers move aside
as a priest passes by.
And at the streets end
the crowds thronging the temple door:
a huge holy flower
swaying in the wind of greater reasons.
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