Poetry: Sutanuka Ghosh Roy

Sutanuka Ghosh Roy



They warned her not to learn the alphabets

for that might bring awareness

of ancient civilizations

to her warm womb.

A woman’s knowledge

can only be kept in Delphi’s museum.

She descended the stairs of the earth

to learn the unknown scripts with trembling lips.

Letters formed life’s corridor,

carried her to a drop of moonlight

her bubbling lips spoke half-formed words

to the lone star.






Interview board--

they sat, Byzantine sages

flaunting their privilege

in rolled-up sleeves.

Mediocrity proven

I was shown the door---

in a muffled voice

politely asked them

 to define “hunger”

silently they

Googled the answer.






Three of us stood in the

afternoon verandah

distant from each other.

Three quaint villages

at the Wagah border,

each immersed in their

world of colours.

The azure blue sky

the sepia coloured neem leaves

the grey pigeons in the parapet

three of us wanted a touch of

the burnt sienna horizon.


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