There is a poem that begins abruptly like the destruction caused by bombs being thrown from the planes hovering over the sky in a formation of a triangle the poem makes its place in the society word by word like an immigrant family through the voracity of their cheap labour and silence while working under exploitation the poem starts reaching its prime after years like a person crossing a teenage river to fall in love, to experience the carnal touch to reproduce echoes of its own voice the poem is often misunderstood and ignored as a utopian dream of equality as it is thought to be irrational and stupid to waste time imagining a world where leaves are green for all the poem dies in a clumsy alley, homeless starving, its body becomes home of wounds where microbes live, eating its flesh and bone there is no one who writes an elegy for a poem
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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