Poem: Taking a Knee for George Floyd
By Umang Kumar
This is how it kills, George
like a knee on the neck
bearing down
to crush you
constricting breath
By Umang Kumar
This is how it kills, George
like a knee on the neck
bearing down
to crush you
constricting breath
By Sekhar Banerjee
Calcutta is hermaphrodite like a red hibiscus
or a tomato or pumpkin or a horse chestnut
By Moinak Dutta
So they look around
Like a stupefied lot,
Totally clueless.
By Anjana Ramanathan
For all I have are my feet,
I go, where they go,
If I die on the way,
We have together reached paradise.
By Paloma Bhattacharjee
Those tracks, now splintered with bones,
Their distances have bled out of maps.
By Mitali Chakravarty
There is no life
no death
but ash grey
silence that pieces the land
to yours and mine.
By Umang Kumar
they say train tracks
sing of home
let us lay our heads down
lulled to sleep
in a steel cradle
By Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca
Breathe Hope
In those who walk
Hundreds of miles
To reach their villages
And the warmth of their loves ones.
By Gopal Lahiri
dreams sleep on the caregivers’ palms,
of its pondering to flatten the proverbial curve.
By Devyani Chaturvedi
I was covering my face and my body yesterday,
I am covering it today.
I was not allowed to roam around yesterday,
I am not allowed today.
By Debarshi Mitra & Goirick Brahmachari
Night then becomes a gateway for memories to flood in, for pause, reflection and more. It is also a way of exploring the so-called ‘underbelly’ of the city, to try and understand the lives of those rendered invisible by the market forces.
By Arzuman Ara
Ananya Guha’s collection of poetry, ‘I am not a Silent Poet’, is a strong criticism of the politics of otherisation, of insensitiveness, of hatred with a plea for love and peace.