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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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