SOUMANA DASGUPTA Poems

She was sorrow's twin sister. She was a breakaway lone lioness.I offer her a broken palm-tree-leaf fan. And I offer my worm-eaten brain.

An indignant dōma, the cremator of the dead, is cracking open my head. And I see him putting my head into fire to explode.
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A knife pierced through slumber.

The knife is getting in and getting out of slumber.
Yet not a drop of blood!
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The Rainbow
Soumana Dasgupta

In between handshakes
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