A play in the street
by Partha Sarkar
The silent cosmos.
Another day clamors
with a different invitation
To join the tent full
of permanent refugees.
But a question haunts–Is
the rendezvous a friendly
one?
No answer
But a dead telegram
and
“Turn the page
if you can, Good Samaritan . . .”
A call from a crawling
potter with muddy hands.
None feel sorry for
the pigeon that has lost its
way
To return to its nest.
Partha
Sarkar, a resident of Ichapur, a small town of a province West Bengal of India,
is a graduate who writes poems inspired by his brother, the late Sankar Sarkar,
and his friends (especially Deb kumar Khan) to protest against social injustice
and crimes against nature. His poems have been in different magazines both in
Bangla and in English. He once believed in revolution but now he is confused
because of the obscurity of human beings, though he keeps the fire in his soul
despite this.
Joseph Richkus is an
enthusiastic illustrator, photographer, writer, and reader. He has been an
essential oil perfumer for more than 20 years, and has worked as a history
teacher, chemist, security guard, and circus canvasman. He bemoans the limits of
time and regrets that he is not 10 people, one of whom would happily devote every waking
hour to reading the Sunday New York Times.
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