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| Milan Mondal |
Subversion
The centre is not yours any longer
It was
As you preached it.
You are stuck
You are crooked
You are fixed
The string makes you hinged.
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Posthuman
The stature is stooped
For resilience you can say
But the hierarchy
Is hammered
And you stand decentered.
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The Figurine
Not fixed
Not firmed
Nor high
Nor warm
You stand there for no reason.
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Bio: An Assistant Professor and poet, Milan Mondal, paces
on the ground of both common and esoteric subjects with his creative feet. The
stamp of his creative corpus is found in Setu: Bilingual, Borderless
Journal, EKL Review, and Shimmer Spring: Poetry and Prose
among others. He may be reached at milanmondalapengnrc19@gmail.com.
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