by Tapabrata Mukherjee
The time when sounds fall silent,
There’s no prelude to cosmic destiny
Ever heard from the sky
But the three men arrive as narrated long ago
There was no prophecy, as every passerby knew the turns.
All you can do is to follow until you know it and ask back
Yet
with a lousy smirk
He would ask again, “What is Truth?”
Not to you, but to your mom.
The three wise men talked of light that night –
Never once, did they mention the dark…
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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