INSOUCIANCE
written by: Satabdi Saha
Drops of water from my tap
Push inside me, turn to ice,
Or when the half-eaten moon-boat
Rises on tree tops
I munch my crunchy heart;
Having nothing else to do,
As it refuses to thaw.
When the sun burns
I stay dark, inside
Avoiding the hustle
Unable to break the peace
Of my frozen nerves
And solid rose – coloured blood
Which I love to chew
Because it refuses motion of void.
When stars converse
About anomalies, I laugh
Without a sound.
For the pipes in my stomach
And throat are in a trance,
They don’t scream; are tearless
Icicles that choke.
Yet I am happy; for at least
My voice is nothing.
Author of five publications and poetry, short stories in various other magazines. Published poems and short stories in Bengali and English. Published articles and essays in various magazines. Satabdi Saha is an ex- professor of English in D.A. College, Kolkata.
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