by Tapabrata Mukherjee
One fragile sound, like a meek whine
No remorse had it ever,
So loud that the night
Orgasmed
in dews.
I count a shadow beside the other.
When two bodies stay close, the shadows become one.
Yet, the wetness of love that you smell
Sings a lullaby –
"…He'll chop and slice you
Cut and dice you
Eat you up whole
Eat you whole"
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Tapabrata Mukherjee, a Bi-lingual poet and short-story writer from West Bengal, India is fluent in both English and Bengali language. He has claimed his place among the Bengali-language translators with several of his translation works as well. Tapabrata has so far penned 10 books, including a collection of translated poems. He is a well-known name in the Bengali literary societies. The poet is mainly associated with the 21st-century Little Magazine movement, and strongly supports the views and avant-garde approaches of Little Magazine establishments across the world.
Last updated February 19, 2025