When vultures descend
wriggling in the darkness,
you are sitting at the roadside tea-stall
with The Statesman.
If not silence,
can you lend me at least
a moment’s introspection
with the cold barrel of the pistol
breathing heavily on my neck?
Time cannot be pawned
when it stinks like a rotten dog.
The vicious ramble of Mao silent
in my backpack. The prophecy
of the Calcutta street playing voyeur
like a lover’s shadow at sunset.
The dank smell of gunpowder.
Deeptesh Sen has been writing poetry for more than a decade now and has completed postgraduate studies in English Literature from Jadavpur University, Kolkata. His poems have been published in The Statesman and the Journal of Poetry Society, India.