Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 5, Number 1. May 2022. ISSN: 2581-7094
A Poetic Duo
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| Image courtesy: indianbirds.arvindkatoch.com |
1.
Voice
It is not melody
Which I need this
moment,
But a voice that
makes me feel alive.
No whispers, soft murmurings.
My pain has enough
feather-cut softness.
I see sun light,
Listen to the crow
Clearly
Perhaps the only
thing
That can be
touched, without gazing.
We share some
similarities, don’t we?
Disfigured,
scattered, unheard, never thought of.
2.
Fish in the Little Boy’s Hands
He saw the moving
fish
Several times
before as well.
The same
contagious thrill,
When it gazes at
him.
“I want to bring
it up.”
“Where?
We have nothing to
feed.”
“What does it
eat?”
Asks he with surprise
in his eyes.
“Nothing. It
survives on water.”
“We have enough
then.”
The grownup mother
simply
Places it on whet
stone.
What else the little
boy will do?
He stares at the
marked stone.
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