The burnt globe and the
pregnancy
by
Partha Sarkar
Another glory. Another war.
The
clock silently
keeps the grave busy.
As usual, the terrific market goes with confusion.
No lamentation in the festival in the morgue.
Here flees a truck (After a while, it will run
with ice
cream.)
Loaded with cold children.
No, I do not write monody.
I only watch
The burnt globe.
The silent pregnancy
And tell the piano to be played not by the fingers
But with the chirpings in the morning.
Squirrels will come to have their breakfast.
I keep biscuits for them.
Partha
Sarkar is a resident of Ichapur, a small town of the province West Bengal of
India. He is a graduate who writes poems that are inspired by the late Sankar.
Sarkar and
his friends (especially Deb kumar Khan) protest against social injustice and
crimes against nature. His poems have been in different magazines, both in
Bangla and in English.