The Muffled Sounds Subhankar Das: Twelfth ManI do not remember it anymoreI do not...

The Muffled Sounds Subhankar Das: Twelfth Man

I do not remember it anymore
I do not...: Twelfth Man I do not remember it anymore I do not remember the date anymore but still April is the cruelest month and on someday in Apr...

22 POEMS OF CHARLES BUKOWSKI IN BANGLA TRANSLATION

Just out a mini chap book of 22 poems by Charles Bukowski translated into Bangla by me….. this is the cover…… This first edition is limited to 200 copies. Just learned from my poet friend Jay Passer that Buke smoked bidis the last dozen years of his life… Ok then cool Indian bidis and poems by Buke for you ...

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My new Chap book of poems from Virgogray Press

Shopping Mall

Here is the LINK for the poem Shopping Mall up at THE CAMEL SALOON.

The Season of Murder

Another poem up in Nostrovia! Poetry,here is the LINK

GrandLapin sent his signed photo

Twelfth Man

I do not remember it anymore
I do not remember the date anymore
but still April is the cruelest month
and on someday in April
my friend Subhash died of a heart attack
without treatment suffering at a free hospital
for eight long hours
the twelfth man who has no rights or claims
who comes and vanishes
falls on the way to be replaced immediately
by another.

Some-fucking-day I will drop dead here and nobody
will know, Subhash paused, his right hand up in mid air
and his fingers playing on an invisible piano.

Subhash was a writer who danced with
other little men in this
stark naked local hooch shop and melted
in thin air asking for a glass of drink
for he was all dry.

I do not remember the date
but still April is the cruelest month.