Some Indian Lines
what really is sadness all about, and how does
sadness look like?
I'd like to think like all Indians writing
that sadness is sadness, and has
quite expressive Indian eyes
if nothing else.
sadness goes around Calcutta's Strand at a pretty amble
and does pretty nothing else.
sadness is almost like innocent cigarettes smoked
as if in a frenzy, as if sadness
would leave tomorrow and leave us all
in some very Indian ecstasy!
what is sadness? can you tell me a fairy tale
If you've any comments on this poem, Prasenjit
Maiti would be pleased to hear from you.