Ma Ganga is Merciless in Monsoon
Ma Ganga is merciless in monsoon
It sports and kills us
Its holy water is red with our fresh blood
It makes us refugees in our own land.
Poetry
When I Go for Evening Air
Bulging bellies, meaty thighs
Carp faces, hurried feet, talks of money, car, wine and girls
Dry limbs hurry for a smooth end
Feisty girls to sharpen body ridges
Jute Skinning
Abandoned people, abandoned hopes,
The cost of fertilizer and pesticides multiplied,
Beels are dry, But they will sow jute again.
We Need Legions of Traitors Like Stans
It is a tribute to the fierce spirit of Stan Swamy who was killed by the state for his free voice, and for his cause for the tribals.
A Mamuli Event
It highlights the post-modern, post-truth way of life. Savagery of wealth coexists with the unbearable pains of the poor.
Election Time in Bengal
It focuses on the political hegemony of babus of Bengal, and who are happy with the marginal status of Muslims and Adivasis.
I Am a Dedicated Troll
The poem is about Modi's digital army, which can kill anybody's honour and dignity online within seconds. It is based on Swati Chaturvedi's book 'I am a Troll'.
Yoga
A poem on the sublime effect yoga has on one's mind, making it pure, filled with divine love, beauty and grace.
Khedi
It attests the trajectory of a nameless old maid, Khedi. Her masters love her for her work. They are happy to erase her real name.
On the Fallen Leaves
It is about a daily evening picture of our town's Barrack Square. This way, the sun mellows, the day wanes, and evening appears.