Snata Basu

In the hush—footsteps fill the laden streets, .grasshoppers teeth to return home. Veiled divine mother, .she blooms in shards—from under the rain.from beyond the sallow moon.in her lion’s gait… tidal sorrow pushing through .your swallowing metropolitan heap. .

There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights

you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again

Women and the earth have to tolerate a lot.  –Kaajal (1965)

The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom, 

In the blanks of muddy moonlight

But talks of harmony flood your nose. / Harmony, harmony, harmony—you want it so bad, / and so you put words in our mouths

This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant