Sujata SharmainCuriosity Never Killed the WriterPapier MâchéI push my forefinger and thumb onto my eyelids, That what you said, be pressed away through and beyond my head. Why do you have to…Jun 28, 2019Jun 28, 2019
Sujata SharmainCuriosity Never Killed the WriterIn loving memory of the idea of Iceland and youThe ridge supports my feet, Comforts my legs, which no longer finds rhythm to the racing heart’s beat. I stand in front of the dream that…Feb 27, 20192Feb 27, 20192
Sujata SharmainCuriosity Never Killed the WriterThe monkey that refuses to dance19 years ago, in early spring, when Govindganj began its long reign under progression, nature became national parks and establishments and…Feb 16, 2019Feb 16, 2019
Sujata SharmainWriteAPictureBarefoot SoldiersThe horizon was showered with ash, The sun was up but not awake, The street, a rancid stench of wet garbage, thanks to the dew, While the…Oct 17, 20181Oct 17, 20181
Sujata SharmaThe weakling’s conjectureShe lived in a castle all alone. Up in the hills, beyond man’s hold. The castle, its windows touched with the brightest of colours, Of…Sep 22, 2018Sep 22, 2018
Sujata SharmainSummerPoetThe weakling’s conjectureShe lived in a castle all alone. Up in the hills, beyond man’s hold. The castle, its windows touched with the brightest of colours, Of…Sep 22, 2018Sep 22, 2018
