MEAT BALLS

Boudhayan Mukherjee


The pressure cooker
hisses... once... twice
... thrice... and I can
smell the spicy meat balls inside

my taste buds open
like petals of a flower

kittens play below my feet
one... two... three...
I can feel warmth on my feet
their sane purrings 
they'll grow up into ladies and gents
as flowers open fully

my kid son stares amazed
at the pressure cooker killing meat
a crack between his ruddy lips

I can smell the world , spicy...
saliva flows...
I love this world for my glands
still secrete
I am in love with kittens
spicy meat, my kid son

silence unveils
deep happiness.
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Boudhayan Mukherjee, a bilingual poet, author and translator started as student editor and literary secretary of Visva Bharati university. He has been published extensively in journals and newspapers since the mid seventies. His first book of verse "Black Milk" (1990) is followed by five anthologies, a collection of short-stories and books of translations. He has represented Sahitya Akademi at various poetry readings and taught Creative Writing in English at IGNOU. A founder-member and literary coordinator of Srijan, one of the most renowned literary platforms of Kolkata.

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