4 Poems by Partha Sarkar
A travel in the erroneous sunlight
A travel in the erroneous sunlight.
Comes back the old hero
With the dialogue of the vagabond.
Throng the green skins of the vegetable
Without glamour
At the stairs of the conference of the farmers.
But who will get the ticket first to be exiled?
I will not compare
But keep the old watch before the time.
Anyone can demand anything
Without result.
Lack of oxygen and the indecent philosophy
The state asks covid-patients to go to the trees
And sit under them
When they suffer from breathing trouble
And the patients die
And I clap
As they trust the state.
But is it not a kind of cruelty?
I say nothing
But tear the soft grass into pieces
As there are
Lack of oxygen
And the indecent philosophy
And they pat on the head of the state
And the dead garland it.
Is it not a kind of cruelty?
Clap the squirrels on a sunny morning
When they play to show how to be alive.
Only the art of cramming
Only the art of cramming.
None care for wisdom.
Cries everyone without knowing
Why there is an absence of the lake of the pure water.
None can remember any name of
The sound of the Sun
The wisdom of the golden crop
Rather they rush to the ditch of the sewage
Forgetting that there are still the golden words
On the wings of the birds.
Only the art of the cramming.
Alas! It is the age to be petrified.
Cover story
Partha Sarkar writes poems being inspired by his elder brother the late Sankar
Sarkar and his brothers and his friends (especially Bapi Khan) to protest
Against social injustice and crimes against nature. At once he used to
Believe in revolution, but now he confuses due to humanity’s obscurity.
Bio note
Partha Sarkar, a resident of Ichapur, a small town of the province West Bengal
Of India, a graduate writes poems being inspired by his the late Sankar Sarkar
And his friends (especially Deb kumar Khan) to protest against social
injustice and crimes against nature. His poems have been in different magazines
Both in Bangla and in English.