Shakti Chattopadhyay
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Fire of my reverence: Shakti Chattopadhyay
Fire of my reverence Incinerate me First, torch the two feet that can no longer move…
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I have seen postmen wandering in the autumnal forest: Shakti Chattopadhyay
I have seen postmen wandering in the autumnal forest Their yellow sacks filled with grass like…
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Not a Very Happy Time, Not a Very Joyous Time: Shakti Chattopadhyay
Tottering from head to toe, from wall to wall, from parapet to parapet, swapping pavements at…
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Two Poems: Shakti Chattopadhyay
The Girl Named Mungri With many rocks it has covered the path The tiny stream that…
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Get me flowers from the tree now: Shakti Chattopadhyay
Get me flowers from the tree now Get me all the flowers right now All of…
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To go to the forest: Shakti Chattopadhyay
There’s no fixed day or time to visit the forest You can go to the jungle…
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Abani, are you home: by Shakti Chattopadhyay
Bolted doors, the neighbourhood sleeps still All I hear is the knocking of the night Abani,…