The Momma Clan

I pass effortlessly, running fast—

I return back to the grasshoppers’ wings; the flocks of kites flying in the sunshine; and the fragrant meadows dripping with human perspiration!

As soon as I open my eyes, I see the corpse of that shiny civilian shell,

I see the shadow of a lone pedestrian and the dewdrops of an untouched dream among that crowd.

I wish to erase the shame of choice from the book of poetry;

I want to erase the pity from my eyes draped with the sheet of infatuation;

I wish to forget any touches that are not secured by trembling hands.

Yet, I am the one who is dragging me along!

And I’m starting to realise that nostalgia is the definition of remembrance.

–Dr. Tulika Sarkar