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.