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Partha Sarkar: A Play in the Street

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Art by Joseph Richkus © 2025

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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