When there is no
ringtone
by Partha
Sarkar
Fossils of no generations.
No fossils with slough in the slough.
Perhaps there will be no fingers to play piano.
My diary gets sad.
“There are the green pastures . . .
Why do you overlook the green signal?”
Yesterday I met the lodestar and told Him I might
go to meet
Posterity to say there would be no postman to
deliver the birthright.
He listened and said nothing.
I came back with a deep concern about the seeds.
Will there be no river in the thoughts?
Will there be only a volatile picture of the
Morsel?
“Don’t get upset.
There are a lot of grains that may place the artery
in the future,”
A non-violent ringtone suddenly cried.
I wander about in that barren philosophy
And find . . .
A human
A flickering candle with
Lucid
intervals.
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.
