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Joy Goswami
THERE’S A BRIDGE ON THE ROAD – NO WATER – JUST SAND
There’s a bridge on the road – no water – just sandThere’s dust on the road and a giant weed-choked well
A crematorium? That too –
Those lying shrouded on the biers
Have left for work in the outskirts, pushing their cannon-carts
Was that a sudden breeze? An exhalation of packed-in straw?
I lean into the bomb craters, the graves and see
Babies, their mothers’ hands clamped across their orphan mouths.
© Translation: 2005, Sampurna Chattarji
THERE’S A BRIDGE ON THE ROAD – NO WATER – JUST SAND
© 1999, Joy Goswami
From: Surjo-Pora Chhai
Publisher: Ananda Publishers, Kolkata
From: Surjo-Pora Chhai
Publisher: Ananda Publishers, Kolkata
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THERE’S A BRIDGE ON THE ROAD – NO WATER – JUST SAND
From: Surjo-Pora Chhai
THERE’S A BRIDGE ON THE ROAD – NO WATER – JUST SAND
There’s a bridge on the road – no water – just sandThere’s dust on the road and a giant weed-choked well
A crematorium? That too –
Those lying shrouded on the biers
Have left for work in the outskirts, pushing their cannon-carts
Was that a sudden breeze? An exhalation of packed-in straw?
I lean into the bomb craters, the graves and see
Babies, their mothers’ hands clamped across their orphan mouths.
© 2005, Sampurna Chattarji
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