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Pus or cancer—I vote neither

by Partha Sarkar

 

I am in the sun.

The green bird at the window—The beautiful fragrance from the east.

(rippling the grasshopper’s alphabet.)

 

I am in the sun.

The white clouds over my face— Glorious jasmine brings

Unknown imagination from birth.

I learn my first lesson.    

 

I am in the sun.

The birds are flying to and fro—Innocent Pegasus

Goes beyond human liberation.

I follow it as far as I can. . . .

 

And then a knock on the door.

Does one call me?

I peep outside.

No, it is no one.

It is something.

It is the election.

Will I tell it to go back

Or kick it on its back?  

 

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.


The zodiac with detergent powder

 

by Partha Sarkar

 

 

Silent mutilated disturbance.

The abstract kite in the blue water.

The horse for mail without letters.

The path to civilization!

 

The pain.

The pains.

The distracted asylum.

The ups and downs night and day.

 

A goalpost in the nerve.

Who kicks the ball?

 

In leisure, everyone is thin climate

And    

 

The thoughts =

The flyover to reach the abode of the trident =

Pegasus to carry fire to inertia =

The lifelong imprisonment

(if you are in a fossil under the mace) 

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. 

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