Manu Dash Poems
- An Evening In A Tribal Village The sky has changed into a ...
- Bhopal There was still the smell of old affairs of a ...
- Imagining My Village My village, When I recall it, Looks ...
- Generations The day I was busy settling the bills of the ...
- For A Nude At Konark The hope Of a young mason spreads ...
- Photograph At C.S.T Being unaware I was asked to take a ...
- Words Words Flap their wings Before nesting On her lips.
Manu Dash joined ‘Anam’, a literary movement, in 1974 that gave a new face to Odia poetry. He’s an acclaimed writer in both English and in Odia. He has two collections of poems and short stories, four collections of essays and six works of translations. He is currently editing The Dhauli Review (www.dhaulireview.com) , a triquarterly of Indian writing. more »
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An Evening In A Tribal Village
The sky has changed
into a Muslim woman's burkha.
The chimney of a nearby factory
to sigh in relief since a month.
This is season of loadshedding.
This knife of Dungdunga cuts
cake thickly dark,
‘Chaiti Parav' ends with ‘Landa'
The droning bee returns to the hive
like a horny saint
and the dance
of the dames remind me of Tagore.
April is never cruel here,
moon is no traitor and the rains
have an intimate legacy
to the inhabitants. The souls
Search one more dream.