“The limbo lies on the bed, / waiting to be nursed”
“I become irrational, / withdrawn and neurotic as the earth.”
’I want the carpenter / to fashion me a word-chair / to sit me down and calm me’
Translated from Bengali by Barnali Saha.
“I found your shadow on my left / right behind the door that wore / a window to my thoughts”
“I let my appearance go. I let it go, as one allows a recuperated animal to go.”
Dr MN Parasuraman reviews Babitha Marina Justin’s collection of poems, I Cook My Own Feast.
“In Lebanon / the olive trees sport leaves of silver / and old men shake the pines.”
“Lonely, in a good way, he tried to reason with himself.”
Eshwari Pathare reviews John Green’s acclaimed first novel ‘Looking for Alaska’.