Vignettes of a South African Township called Mdantsane

Saturday, July 24, 2010



knives i love in quiet submission
a sheer habit
a linear stabbed dermis
an ooze turning into a
splash hits the words
i incise into each night
breath streaks
a slash and then a murmur
of spent needs
sleep eludes unspoken lust
i cut my dreams often wide open
a night walker perhaps feels the wound
a dog yelps

in suggested desolation

Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra

1 comment:

  1. I just loved this one,Amitabh.Aah the power of words.