
Murshidabadi Masons
And when I closely look at him,
His sweaty, sculptured face delights me,
A cheaply designed t-shirt, hands full of lines,
Face marked with pangs of leaving home,
“We are the mob and the mob is us.Left-wing, right-wing or in the centre, what difference does it make?” Apurba Asrani, “We are the mob and the mob is us” When I searched on Google for some Indian poems which…
Yesterday I went to Galakata and met there Mustafijur, a graduate shopkeeper of the village. I took no interest in him at first. He is an ordinary college pass out jobless youth like thousands of others I know and find…