In Memoriam – Jayanta Mahapatra, by Sukrita Paul Kumar
Rooted in Odia soil yet boundless in reach — Sukrita Paul Kumar…
Read more →An old woman watches her dwelling burn, her eyes filled with dry desert sand.
Not a tear fell
From the old woman’s eye
As she witnessed her
Dwelling set ablaze
No tear
Even while
Gazing at her hearth
Tossing crackling sounds
Crumbled in flames
Yesterday
Pixie her cat was
Run over
A mere squeak
under the giant wheels
Blue rivers dried and
Desert sands filled
All nooks and corners
of her eyes…