By Sutputra Radheye
30 October 2008 there were only black clouds around ganeshguri a sound of high frequency distorted the crowd they were running in madness all around the motors were burning black so were the tiny pieces of flesh scattered minutes after the bomb blasted the city stopped people were glued to the televisions and the radio now after years we have moved on or have we?
This poem centres around 30th October, 2008, where a series of bomb blasts killed many in the Indian state of Assam.
Sutputra Radheye is a young poet from India. He has published two poetry collections — Worshipping Bodies(Notion Press) and Inqalaab on the Walls (Delhi Poetry Slam). His works are reflective of the society he lives in and tries to capture the marginalized side of the story.
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