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Partha Sarkar

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People with dysentery

by Partha Sarkar

 

They wander in the queue.

They swim in the pitfall.

No, they are not the novices.

 

They search for a scepter.

They like to carry it

As they are the pissed.

 

They look blank when they are preached to,

And get over when they get a pittance.

No, they are not the touts.

 

Only if you ask them –

What is tomorrow?

They scratch their own skulls.



There has been no cooperative system   

by Partha Sarkar

 

There has been no cooperative system,

There will be none

There has been no inborn enthusiasm,

There will be none

It is only death that introduces the system,

The cooperative system at the foot of the pyre.

You may get angry with me

And show this is the . . . this is the . . . " 'ism" 

But show I will the different cards that are played

At the brink of the hill

By the fool

And none is responsible

As the puller draws the rickshaw

While out of the car spits the owner—  

The biggest destroyer of the embryo.



Goes back toward the talisman—the future

by Partha Sarkar

 

Goes back toward the talisman—

The future—  

The cosmetic surgery

To find the bones of science

And returns with the dry smile of anemia

Yet, does not get surprised the hubbub

Signs on the papers

As tomorrow comes after yesterday. 



The broken seashore and the fishermen

by Partha Sarkar

 

 

The broken seashore.

An overturned boat.

Yet, clean the vegetables

In saline water the sad background.

Peeps at the meagre morsel in the pot

To see whether there is something left.

In fact, the drowned sailors still

Try to find the sunk boat of the fishermen 

To understand the real utterance of the sea

And no waves can deny it.


Once the evenings were happy ones     

by Partha Sarkar

 

An optimist: The time is being improved with the blessing of technology.

Everyone is getting smarter by using smartphones. Computers are running

Faster defeating the speed of a witch with a broom. Medicines are better and

Bitter. Electric cars are flying happily to curb air pollution. Social media is

Controlling the thoughts and imaginations of the people.

 

A pessimist: Thanks a lot for giving a bright and happy picture of the age. So, I

Like to remind you of the collapses of the banks. Automation plays an important role

To dull the pain of the working class. The words “Retrenchment” and “Hacking”

Have become the known words. The stock market is worth half of what it was yesterday. Global warming sends gifts like natural calamity. Most of the souls  

Are getting depressed and stressed.

but

I do not like to draw conclusions—Who is correct?

Everyone has its own mirror.  

Everyone is a narcissist. 

But say I must that once the evenings were happy ones.

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.

Once, he believed in revolution, but now he is confused because of the obscurity of human beings. In spite of this, he keeps fire in his soul.








Tremendous explosion and here is . . .

by Partha Sarkar

 

Tremendous explosion

And here is the vomit of humans—

The eternal confluence of confusion, greed, and wisdom

And is dazzled with an epigram of its exotic clamor.

 

Nowadays I meet with the oddments of the intestines

While I am on the way with the holy grail to the nest—paradise 

To beg for nectar to drink

But cannot

As

It’s an omnipresent eternal confluence of

Fizz, fetid flab, and flambeau.

But I return home without being confused as       

All night the barking will tell me fairy tales—

The eternal epic of light, light, light. . . .


The lunatic equation and the lemon revolution

by Partha Sarkar

 

The lemon equation.

The lemon revolution.

The drooping jester

And the disappearance of the lunatic fringe

And the scorching heat

And the invitation in the middle of the day

And none can avoid the parallel skipping of the mystical politics

And the torrential river in the Pacific Ocean

And the harbor that wants to meet it

But cannot

As loses the oar with the wind

And there is no salvation.

 

Gives up the dream of pure democracy—

The purchasing power.



 

A knife with three wheels

by Partha Sarkar

 

A knife with three wheels.

(Three dimensions! Three verb tenses!)

A mobile essay.

A carrot hanging into the mouth.

A planet below the moon.

The miscellaneous trashes.

A kneel-down civilization.

The fume of a pyre.

The boundless empire.

The name?

 

The billboard.

The miscellaneous names.

An awkward riddle.

The ass in meditation.  


May Day

by Partha Sarkar

 

May Day— an obscure

Red sun in depression and

Consumerism.  


Procession

by Partha Sarkar

 

A procession of

Refugees. An eternal

Long march to big zero.

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.

Once, he believed in revolution, but now he is confused because of the obscurity of human beings. In spite of this, he keeps fire in his soul.

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