By Milan Mondal
Khadi: A Threat to the Dictator
The sun was at the zenith,
Because the dictator had gun.
He never thought of the setting sun.
The dictator cared a fig
And the charcoal was burning behind the white ash.
Tolerance was the stick to kindle the flame,
And truth was the only tool for the silent blast.
From South Africa to Jallianwala Bagh
Or from Champaran to Dandi
The dictator realized the charisma of khadi.
Three years more passed
After the platinum jubilee
My cheeks are now no better than dry-grapes.
No distinctive line is visible
In between two of my breasts.
The beasts are still treading,
‘Wire’ cannot protect cleavages
From the ‘Oracle’.
Breaking the ‘riddle’,
Oedipus does sow the seed
To stigmatize Jocasta.
Milan Mondal, Assistant Professor in English at Narajole Raj College (Narajole, Paschim Medinipur, West Bengal, India) is a young bilingual (English and Bengali) writer of poetry and short stories. The major themes of his creative writings include ‘partition’, ‘diaspora’, ‘psychoanalysis’ ‘existentialism’ etc. Some of his poems have been published in reputed magazine.
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