It was hard with all the long sleepless nights/flowing over the rocks, the boulders, hard, unmoving/The friction hurting when they wouldn’t…
But it’s time to welcome the New Year/Let us be happy and grin from ear to ear./Have we come up with resolutions to look before and after/Anyway do let’s pray that the New Year
The city seeps into my poems unnoticeably. I have written poems on Park Street, Gariahat, Southern Avenue and even Baguiati. So many poets I know now have grown up simultaneously in this same city like in different parts of the same house without knowing each other.
Poetry by budding poet from Kolkata, Amit Shankar Saha.
I love sharing whatever piques my curiosity and might be enjoyable for someone else too. In essence, it is my way of showing gratitude to the creator.
Morning sun. I purrand lick my way along thebrown hair of my limbs,my tongue scratching, elegant.I stretch a polished clawand
Where joy is both risked and worshipped, / Where tenderness is sought / And god becomes and unbecomes / At every step you take toward them.
The firecrackers light up the night skysmiles move from a face to anothershe is happyin India it is Deepavali, the
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