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.