Two Poems

Purabi Bhattacharya


And the day came
blood clotting
dressing the upfront present
into ceasing past
dead tissues, thoughts and their other cells
the day now paused for
the remains.

So what

“Forget it!”
and what
that you sullied the land
with the east Bengal saliva?
Shred some claret
for grasses this side. Carry the weight of a runaway’s heart
memorize the address
drifting away from the Barak Valley.
Scream out aloud: “landless, wreckless dreamdrainer!”
So what
pick up the sickle, and
let’em know you want your cut of the heavenpour
even if the azure is red,

It is yours too.

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