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Calcutta days

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those were calcutta days
red was the color of your big bindi
red was a sudden afterthought on your cheeks i had kissed
red was my unkempt beard, your crumpled saree, me holding you
red was evening of disputes, shadows unsure of tomorrow
red were dreams we sought every crypt every night
red were slogans, banners, processions, chipped tea cups
red trams, minibuses, eyes in pursuit of a closed rain
red we walked a countryside of promise and breath
red was a night, gunshots riddled a setting sun.

Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra

 

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  • <a href="http://helenmoffett.book.co.za" rel="nofollow">Helen</a>
    Helen
    May 2nd, 2009 @21:42 #
     
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    Gorgeous riot of colour and words.

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  • <a href="http://fionasnyckers.book.co.za" rel="nofollow">Fiona</a>
    Fiona
    May 2nd, 2009 @21:59 #
     
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    A feast for the eyes and a smorgasbord for the imagination.

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  • Sarah Frost
    Sarah Frost
    May 4th, 2009 @20:29 #
     
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    This makes of one colour, a total kaleidoscope! Conjures up such vitality.

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  • Sarah Frost
    Sarah Frost
    May 4th, 2009 @20:32 #
     
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    OK, refreshed page - am glad to see Book SA's new icons work perfectly!

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  • <a href="http://dewaalventer.book.co.za" rel="nofollow">De Waal</a>
    De Waal
    May 7th, 2009 @00:05 #
     
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    Hello Amitabh.

    It's amazing how the repetition of the word "red" can remain fresh throughout the poem. The piece has a strength that sweeps the reader along. The lyricism is muted, yet very evocative. I really enjoyed your poem. :)

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  • <a href="http://poetsprintery.book.co.za" rel="nofollow">Amitabh</a>
    Amitabh
    May 7th, 2009 @17:19 #
     
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    Calcutta came under a brief ultra left revolution in the seventies. This poem is a memory of the Naxalbari movement. Mr. De Waal, we all looked left and dreamed of an utopian society. Many thanks.
    Thanks Helen, Fiona, Sarah
    The illustration is done with water color, ink and pastels.
    Ben, Thanks for this new look of our site.

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