Theme: Kolkata

Seek the Silences of Your Thighs

Calcutta, my expanse and
my dwindling fury, as I spit on my grave and look back over
my shoulders like my hunchbacked worries . . . I steal your
lines and lose my job and kill our children and come sooner
than your desire . . . The morning tram droops an early,
hopeless return while the winter wraps around our windshield
in and out the vanishing green . . . I walk back home in the
company of mists and memories of battles and happen to wag
my tail and my tongue when I run into my god . . .

26-Mar-2006

More By  : Dr. Prasenjit Maiti

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