Comments about Sukanta Bhattacharya
The news came
From the child who was born today.
She has got the testimonial,
And therefore she proclaims her rights to the new
With piercing cries.
She is helpless and small, yet her fist is raised,
Glowing in an incomprehensible oath.
No one understands.
Some laugh, some reprove.
I recognize her language, though.
I see the signs of a coming age
As I read the child's credentials
In her hazy, misty eyes.
The new child has arrived. We must make place for
And move away
Into the wrecked and dead wastelands
Of this old ...