By Sekhar Banerjee
An empty palm in rain does not hold
anything back; it returns
privacy for privacy, water for water,
solitude for solitude like a forlorn prayer-wheel
left in the courtyard
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By Sekhar Banerjee
Everything
becomes elliptical before a fall, I understand
in Lohagarh
By Sekhar Banerjee
Calcutta is hermaphrodite like a red hibiscus
or a tomato or pumpkin or a horse chestnut