THROUGH MY WINDOW There is a craze for usurpingin the name of calibrated progressspiralling up to the zenithjostling towers calcifyshooting from ribs of denuded greena blanket of concrete envelopsmy city in aggressive stridesbirds fly away making room forflyovers swooping over the lungs,hold captive glory of greeneryguillotined in avenues of sadism,an interplay of felling and formingmaps…
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Eco Poetry – Human Responsibility and Connection
Vinita Agrawal Together/the weather/is a language we can barely understand;but confessional experts detect/in the senseless diktat of hurricanea hymning of our sins, our stupid counterpoint. – From A Language of Change by David Sergeant Introduction They say that poetry changes nothing. I guess that’s true only with non-living things. Otherwise, the plant would not have…
Issue 6, April 2025 : From the Editors
Nishi Pulugurtha and Nabanita Sengupta As one travels in Kolkata these days one gets to see some colour. The spring colours are clearly seen – some orange, some red, a little violet peeping through, some yellow here and there. Inspite of the fact that spring in the city is short lived and is a reminder…