(After a line from Mamata Banerjee’s poem "Ami Bangla Bolchi")
They asked me, "Why do you hold so tight?" I said, "Because the storm has no right to drown a child’s first alphabet, or wash the field where the promise is set." poem by mamata banerjee
I am not just cloth and cane, not just a handle for the rain. I am the shadow of a widow’s vow, the ink that dries on a farmer’s brow. (After a line from Mamata Banerjee’s poem "Ami
When the metro roared and the buildings grew, I walked the mud path, broke the queue. My ribs are bamboo—bent but strong, my song is the rickshaw’s pull-along song. I walked the mud path