Poems by Sudeshna Maitra
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Unwritten attire
Unwritten is thy attire As though winter invades spring Lest thou turn passive forlorn Let me embrace thee in fear Armoured with drops of rain This tip of dew Or the rays through panes Is not to awake thee alone But to get off thy cold For the loving of my own. Tale of a banyan tree A banyan awaits to be a father For the evening night gives a mother's womb Still I remain a sapling Keeping all senses alert Ears yearn for a call Earth and water come to know Come the night Father unfolds the tale of the banyan. |
Sudeshna Maitra is a poet, translator, scholar, and a professor. She resides in Maldah. She has four books of poems including Chokh rekhechi Chokhe (2018), and Nakkhatre Gantha Sorir (2024).
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