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Three Poems

By Sahana Mukherjee

And, who dare stop you, stop
me, stop even the rain?

Easy, Shahid, leave all behind –
your name, and mine, even this rain.


The Sea

was as blue
as none of our seasons.
You stood there
on the beach, waiting.

I would not come.

Homes can’t be built on
sand. Names swim
under water, all night.
Of capsized boats, you told me
stories; castaways, like us?

I planned to die
between two, and
stuck up in that space
remained only

a flight of runaway doves.

From your country,
you came,
and stood waiting.

I had said I wouldn’t.
I had said I wouldn’t come.


Ten years from now,

I’ll have forgotten why you
chose halfways over my
house. Be glad you’ll not talk
about the frozen streets

of cities, the dying seas,
and us – not so glad how, then,
you’ll talk. When we sway
to the tremors of our womb,

after everything seems over,
realise it’s been Summer
all through these five months.
We have come out in

complete, like our morning on my
balcony, a flash of Monsoon sun.


If wombs

were a land of mist –

where I ask you for stories, once every seven
nights, from a past yours truly –

we would twist and turn,
listening to what invites generations of
refugees every Summer
when they run, trying to hide
in our arms.

But, time here is warm

Because you never get to the end
of your past, and we always end up
being born

As hearts of Autumn waiting,
waiting to be in love.

Painting: Edward Henry Potthast

Sahana Mukherjee
is a graduate at the Department of English, Jadavpur University. Her poems have previously been published in Muse India, Economic and Political Weekly, The Four Quarters Magazine, Café Dissensus, Bangalore Review, Coldnoon, and awaiting publication in Aainanagar.


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