Souren Mondal Poems

And she always greets everyone with a
tender smile,
Flashing her pearly white teeth;
She speaks in a sweet, melodious voice
...

In a salt desert
under the scorching sun's rays
I want to take a bath
in a white ivory tub
...

Teardrops running down the cheeks should be salty
But they burn like pepper when concealed in a thick beard.

Pains of broken heart
...

no rhyme
no rhythm
just fragmented thoughts
caught mid air in a net
...

Young Nafisa,
all of seven,
sat against a blown up tank
and wished her younger brother Rahim
...

'A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for
ever.'
[ King Lear,5.3.269-271]
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They held me down
my mother and that woman
taking off my clothes
on the strange strawy floor
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[...] c'est cela l'amour, tout donner, tout sacrifier, sans espoir de retour. [...]

The many a humans
hold that love is true only when
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Legs like broken twigs

Gathering food from water
...

Wandering between
nothing and everything
confusion and peace
life and death
...