Once we fell into the deepest troubles,
We were rudderless,
Spiritless,
Lifeless.
Then there came a nietzschean ‘Superman ‘
All powerful,
Vigorous,
Indomitable,
Cheerful and
well spirited.
He ushered the way of light,
Freedom and
Equality.
He won us the land,
saved us and
freed us from the hyenas.
He started again
To advance
To walk of own
To stand upright.
And he passed some distance.
We the blood of Yago,
Mrjafar
bloomed our luciferous glimpse,
And killed our god in a godless world.
Still we regret.
But blood cannot be recirculated.
It swims, it passes.
Cries will never stop.
Wharf of Glass
Puja Chakraborty
The boat journeys from one ghat to another, taking folks every now and then; Few know their destination, others just wander on the watery lane. The boatman, kind and generous, asked the lady in yellow saree— “where to apa? where
