Haiti, Poems and Drawings

June 15, 2010
Amitabh Mitra

"It (his death) is something that cannot be celebrated, because he departs with the truth about many." Steve Biko


the dead lived in caskets
their eyes shorn
of a wisp
of unwept
the dead saw
the living
in complete
as the living rushed
to be next to them
in death
life merely stammers
in death
eyes remember
the strangeness
of its first dawn.


helicopters crossed a torn sky while birds escaped on to the other side people stretched their hand long people peered at the hole for long people caressed the tear for long there were no stars there wasn't any sun the birds never came back.

Poems and Ink Drawings by Amitabh Mitra

An orthopaedic surgeon in a busy hospital in East London, South Africa, I actually belong to Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, its long summers and hectic politics. I edit a print poetry journal called 'A Hudson View', a journal on African arts called 'Inyathi' and dream of going back to Gwalior. My blog on South African Arts is http://www.amitabhmitra.blogspot.com/
eXTReMe Tracker
Keep reading for comments on this article and add some feedback of your own!

Comments! Feedback! Speak and be heard!

Comment on this article or leave feedback for the author

Add your comment

Personal attacks are not allowed. Please read our comment policy.

Remember Name/URL?

Please preview your comment!