Poems | Debarshi Mitra | Part 1

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Found Prayer

Let my name 

fade away

but these words

let them rise as if

out of nothing 

but thin air 

and parched land.

Let them speak 

as the sky speaks

only in the dialect of light,

let nothing remain 

but these

let them be.

Unsaid

You undress

bit by bit

and night descends

I lie here staring

at the ceiling,

outside the pigeons

flutter their wings,

you undress

bit by bit,

the bones shiver,

you say something

I don’t catch

instead I think of

a blood stained knife

and smile and

say nothing.

14/11/17

Outside, the sky

in so many shades 

of pink.

Here, a crow 

pecking at  

the unrelenting window.

* Debarshi Mitra is the winner of The Srinivas Rayaprol Prize, 2017
Read Part 2 of Debarshi's poems here