
 
darkness & knots
in the blurs
of bodies & banners 
 
blood 
of an old famine 
is to declaim
new flesh
that swells like 
reprinted news
we pray for 
 
this season of ululation 
is home 
this border
between 
names & their caretakers 
is home 
this poem is a translation 
of a map sans fissure
 
mothers don’t hope 
of thistle blossoms finding a path
in spring 
,
Debasis Mukhopadhyay
Illustration: Claire Palmer

An introspective mapping of the stark reality captured with emotion.
Comment by Partha Datta on 15 April, 2020 at 12:53 amStupendous in treatment, poingnant in details that allows the mind to trans migrate to the horrendous situation of which the poem substantiates to us.
A genuine and honest effort.