Have you a diluted nation?
by Partha Sarkar
Nobody wants a bag of
smoke.
Nobody wishes yet there
is ambiguity in the womb
None demand, yet
“We are all peace-loving
toothpicks…
We all know that a salted
sea is a sweet source of
fresh water…”
In Parliament a red
pen happily tells the elected
skull
When at midnight
Prolonged hypocrisy
stops writing its thesis
And, at last, confesses
stigma of the glasses—
Dead obscurity and
The mirror on the ripped
wallpaper are superior
futures
And flies to and from
the essence of the bugle.
Then should there be
no placid death in the
coffin?
The window keeps the
promise
And throws the bone
into the hope.
Gets every sot in the
public house.
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.
