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Author of two collection of poems “The Naïve Bird” and “The Silent Monsoon”;
Mr Basanta Kumar Kar hails from Orissa , India . Currently he holds a senior
position in an international development organization. His poems have appeared in
a number of international and national magazines and journals like The Houston
Literary Review, Peril, Bewildering Stories, Smoking poet, Kritya, Tsar Books,
BBC, NDTV, UN Solution Exchange, Human Touch, EndVAW/John Hopkins ,
Peace and conflict monitor, MOBIUS etc. Mr Kar’s vision is well recognized and
he has the reputation of working in various international and national development
organizations. The Border 1 is from his third collection of poems “The Unfold
Pinnacle (unpublished)” written on real life stories of most marginalized women.
Contact : basantak(AT)rediffmail.com
Mr Basanta Kumar Kar hails from Orissa , India . Currently he holds a senior
position in an international development organization. His poems have appeared in
a number of international and national magazines and journals like The Houston
Literary Review, Peril, Bewildering Stories, Smoking poet, Kritya, Tsar Books,
BBC, NDTV, UN Solution Exchange, Human Touch, EndVAW/John Hopkins ,
Peace and conflict monitor, MOBIUS etc. Mr Kar’s vision is well recognized and
he has the reputation of working in various international and national development
organizations. The Border 1 is from his third collection of poems “The Unfold
Pinnacle (unpublished)” written on real life stories of most marginalized women.
Contact : basantak(AT)rediffmail.com
Border I
The fading barks almost ochre
Silhouetted in the water of the river
The silent river Tel.
Colours of the rainbow dance with the stream
cool air and swirling mist
the stretched waste land
monsoon steals
here comes Hariyali and Nuakhai.
It took all we had, we left our homes drawn with the wind;
and my partner of years fell to the lust of the brewed spirit
life goes past in frames.
I vow to fulfill his last wish
to make my three children learn
breathe the air of my native
gifting myself the most powerful;
the independence.
Once in a dream in three years
he wanted to share the unshared truth
Alas! My slumber breaks
I miss my first love, the first person in life
Living on the refuge of the land and the state
my dialects, Oriya, Chhatisgarhi and Hindi
struggle to fight.
Nuakhai yet again and my half fed children
festive is the air for all else
this border village, the scheme unfolds at pinnacle
I stretch on the wall;
have to bring smoke before the sunset.
(Thirty five year old OBC (Other Backward Caste) widow from
Khutgaon, Deobhog,, Raipur , Chhatisgharh , India .. This village
borders Orissa (Dharmagarh block, Kalahandi district).
*Hariyali and Nuakhai; Feastivals at the beginning of harvest
The fading barks almost ochre
Silhouetted in the water of the river
The silent river Tel.
Colours of the rainbow dance with the stream
cool air and swirling mist
the stretched waste land
monsoon steals
here comes Hariyali and Nuakhai.
It took all we had, we left our homes drawn with the wind;
and my partner of years fell to the lust of the brewed spirit
life goes past in frames.
I vow to fulfill his last wish
to make my three children learn
breathe the air of my native
gifting myself the most powerful;
the independence.
Once in a dream in three years
he wanted to share the unshared truth
Alas! My slumber breaks
I miss my first love, the first person in life
Living on the refuge of the land and the state
my dialects, Oriya, Chhatisgarhi and Hindi
struggle to fight.
Nuakhai yet again and my half fed children
festive is the air for all else
this border village, the scheme unfolds at pinnacle
I stretch on the wall;
have to bring smoke before the sunset.
(Thirty five year old OBC (Other Backward Caste) widow from
Khutgaon, Deobhog,, Raipur , Chhatisgharh , India .. This village
borders Orissa (Dharmagarh block, Kalahandi district).
*Hariyali and Nuakhai; Feastivals at the beginning of harvest