By Sutputra Radheye


COLOURED ROOFS a storm visited the area yesterday all the houses were roofless as the tins were blown away to the fields the people hid under anything they could find in their moment of desperation the next day, the officials came for inspection of the area they marked the houses by the colour of the roof saffron-- fifty nine green-- forty one month later all the saffron roofed houses got a message on their phones “Your bank account xxyyzzzz have been credited with 50,000 only” whereas the green roofs just imagined what it would be like to live in a saffron roofed house.
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 marginalised side of the story.
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