Nabanita Sengupta


Tree Story

It was a different lifeā€¦
deep rooted tentacles
explored dark alleys
dense and clingy, fickle
sandy tracts, or stony beds

we held it all together
we resisted falling apart

Mischiefs hatched in silence
and some tradings underhand
tentacles uprooted, gasping,
sought homes that were no more
the colour of loss was green

can we hold anymore?
can we resist them at all?

robbed of home, of life,
dead, not gone, in wait.
Come, rest, here's a seat,
tentacles hanging midair
reminding what could have been

we cannot hold this world
yet we are, our dead presence

centre falls apart

Nabanita Sengupta

Nabanita Sengupta teaches in Sarsuna college, Kolkata and beyond the college hours, enjoys dabbling in creative and critical pursuits. An academic, translator and creative writer, she has been variously published in India and abroad. Her latest publication is an anthology of poems, In-between Selves.