Sans

You arrive on the last hour’s edge

like a ritual I fail to erase.

I stumble over all you have left me with

with the intention to leave,

all you drew from the world’s bosom

as freely as water.

 

While I have always wanted

to be a river,

you alone make me think I might be one.

How else could I have given you

all of myself

and still remained whole?

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painting: Rafi Haque

Basudhara Roy

Basudhara Roy teaches English at Karim City College affiliated to Kolhan University, Chaibasa. Creatively and academically drawn to themes of gender, ecology, and mythology, her five published books include a monograph and three collections of poems -- Moon in my Teacup (Writers Workshop, 2019), Stitching a Home (Red River, 2021), and Inhabiting (Authorspress, 2022). Her fourth collection of poems A Blur of a Woman is forthcoming from Red River this year end. Her work has featured widely in anthologies and magazines including Chandrabhaga, The Punch Magazine, Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English, Helter Skelter Anthology of New Writing, The Dhaka Tribune, EPW, and Madras Courier among others. Co-editor of two poetry anthologies and a firm believer in the therapeutic power of verse, she writes, reviews, and sporadically curates and translates poetry from Jamshedpur, Jharkhand, India. (More about her at https://www.basudhararoy.com/)

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