Your hands are like the blue river they touch me like the sleepy clouds they fall in rain drops on my eyelids and run like brooklets down my autumnal cheeks. I watch your unceasing flow in my veins like a native song as I stand leaning against the old grey stone wall the world and the sky asleep. One night I saw your river take flight spread its large silvery wings and fly across my past across my future I open my blades of leaves at night and wash them one by one in your water.
Zinia Mitra , Professor of English and Women Studies, University of North Bengal. Her poems have been published in National and International journals like Contemporary Literary Review, Kavya Bharati, East Lit. Indian Literature (Sahitya Akademi) , Asian Signature, Teesta Review, Setu, Poetry Potion. Her translations have been published in books and journals including Indian Literature, Sahitya Akademi. Her poetry volume Some Words Never Sleep has been published by Indie Blu(e). Her translations have been published in books and journals including Indian Literature (Sahitya Akademi). She is on the editorial board of Teesta Review. Zinia Mitra writes from Siliguri, Darjeeling.
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