'A fable for the 21st Century': A poem by Tishani Doshi

There is no limit to unconscious.

We read papers. Wrap angle in yesterday's news,

spread squares on the floor so puppy can pee

all over. Indeed, even the mountains can't state

what slaughtered the Sumerians each one of those years prior.

What's more, all things considered, you ought to realize that visual deficiency

is authentic, that nothing in this sonnet will make

you wealthier, more slender, or more astute. Myself –

I couldn't state how a light functioned,

Be that as it may, on the off chance that we tossed you carelessly into the past,

what might you say in regards to the privileged insights

of chlorophyll? How might you clarify

on the animosity of ocean anemones,

the Battle of Plassey, Boko Haram?

Dialect is a particular fate.

Once, at the leave's edge,

a hover of pioneers talked about ponder –

their lives dim with mud and scrapers.

They didn't have any acquaintance with you could make fragrance

from rain, that human blood was all the more stuffing

than brew. In any case, their feelings of trepidation were ready and lucent,

their lumps of youngsters copious, and God

strolled among them, sewing sweaters

for harmed chevaliers. Will you let them know

how everything that has been said is worth

saying once more? How the body is helicoidal,

spiriting endlessly

How it is just ever through the will of nose,

bronchiole, trachea, lung,

that breath outpaces

any pity

of tongue

Fine art by Manu Ambady

Work of art by Manu Ambady

Distributed with authorization from the anticipated young ladies are leaving the forested areas, Tishani Doshi.

This determination is curated by Rohini Kejriwal. She additionally clergymen The Alipore Post, a day by day bulletin coming from an adoration of​ craftsmanship, verse, music, and all things lovely.