Irom Sharmila, My Daughter
I see people eating
in front of shopping-malls
I see people eating
in front of reality shows
I see people eating
in front of cinema-halls
Only IROM, my daughter,
hematophobic,
hasn't eaten ten years
for only she knowseating
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poem by Rudra Kinshuk
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Santal Marrige Songs
1.
Such scorching heat!
Do you want the shade of an umbrella
or the shade of your husband?
Your husband's is the securest.
2.
Don't bedeck me
as a bride any more.
I've given my soul
to the dark youth
of the neighboring village.
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poem by Rudra Kinshuk
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The Cook: A Tribute To Bibhu Padhi
The cook knows
that his shadow
burns in the fire.
Turmeric fragrance drives
hungry crocodiles away
from the greenroom.
While cooking himself
the cook discovers
that each fire has its own inscription.
You know how profound
the fire is, how much
it demands from life.
Cooking is self-cooking,
discovery of fire-roses
getting wiser in the soul of a bird.
poem by Rudra Kinshuk
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