Partha Sarkar

A storm before a scorched pendulum

A storm before a scorched pendulum
And a silver lighting with a rose
And expects the farmer that
There will be a wider horizon after the storm
And I also hope so
Though I am tired
And I yawn
And the prediction too
But is this enough to go through the weather report?
Will there be no seeds in it or tomorrow?

Let me play chess with the horse.

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Partha Sarkar, a Bengali graduate, born in West Bengal, 1967, writes poems to protest against humans’ oddities and their cruelties to nature.