Teesta Review: A
Journal of Poetry, Volume 8, Number 1. May 2025. ISSN: 2581-7094
--- Aritrik Dutta Chowdhury
A city busy in gaslighting
Now has new street lights
That dangle like chandeliers
In disgrace
In the middle of roads.
That night was different.
The white lights were camouflaged
In the golden hue
Of flickering flames,
And the redness of a
Million pair of eyes.
She passed away
Not with a whimper but a bang.
Her eyes shunned
Lit up questions in sundry ways,
Eyes glowing red with rage
And white with weary fear
Kept asking for rights.
The city walked:
Candle lights on her cornice,
Troy united, proud to be burnt down
Stood in a chain like a human shield
Resisting rampages.
A month later,
They had banned fire-crackers
But Sreebhumi had Christmas lights in the
streets of February.
My city often lights
Even without city lights.
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