The Otherness of Belonging

The lips submit to the address of the?other,?Letting the kite chasers and night?growers belong, Ghare-Baire.

Updated on: 1 May 2022 6:16 am

The otherness of belonging.

And when autumn burns ripe?
murmuring as a sage,?
I do not hate them anymore,?
In a burst of wildflower faces,?
Return forgotten afternoons and wall?
hangings?
Forlorn. Forbidden. Forgotten.?
Wearing a torn foot of yesterday.?

Into a frozen city on the mirror,?
the storm keepers of the native?
Exhale a lung full of voices,?
Their unbuttoned shirts smuggle?
across the windmill of flesh,?
Sprawling the faded acres along:?
Shoulder stitch, armpits, cuffs, and collar—?
Drown on a voyage to the sea.?
Crisis is a sad cactus plant in a?
live-in-relationship to belonging —?
A rag of honour. A name. A heartbeat
It is then the sun falls over the eyes?
Squashing the orange of its?
sleeplessness,?
Fondness grows into a silent forest.?

The lips submit to the address of the?
other,?
Letting the kite chasers and night?
growers belong, Ghare-Baire.

(Ronald Tuhin D'Rozario writes -- stories, poems and essays. He lives in Calcutta, India. Ronald Tuhin D'Rozario writes -- stories, poems and essays. He lives in Calcutta, India.)