The Sacrament The starvation. A long queue. The empty bowels. The listless state. A long march. The sea crossing. The drowning of the dead. The Earth revolution. The sacrament without Bread Red wine. The Box The science. The opening. The…

by Partha Sarkar I put aside The rosy The sharp part of the heart And throw away the conscience of the science When I find a shadowy world Where a clear bastard Chewing the quid of the tobacco Burns the…

by Partha Sarkar   Be alert to be dead. In the direction of the wind, The explosive waits for an explosion And sees the sky, the state gaping And hell the weapon The result of the additions.   Everyone and…

by Partha Sarkar   How is the knife ? Is it sharp ? But I do not understand Why you blame this divine plough. It is pious. It paints the face of dawn With the blood of a meaningless heart.…