Mitali Chakravarty

The unnamed You can get lost trying to  get back to the exit at the Vatican Museum. 

"You have done an excellent job. People who know English tell me that your translations are better than the originals," said the late Sunil Gangopadhyay to Aruna Chakravarti on her translation of his writings.

I jump from ship to ship, / fly dangling from the claws  of a huge bird in the sky / till my toes scrape mountain-tips. 

‘Shabnam’ is a dewdrop in Persian. Shabnam (1960) is the name of Syed Mujtaba Ali’s passionate love story that stretches beyond the history of nearly a century ago.

“I sing the song of equality– Of a country where fresh joy blossoms in every heart

Let me be free. Let me be free 

“Who am I? “

London, once the centre of the empire where the sun never set, dates back to prehistory with evidence of structures from Mesolithic times.

A journey that shreds castes and creeds to heal the self-esteem of a woman.

Thoughts of a devoted poet

Bulldozed brick by brick, my childhood was torn apart by tears streaming down the stone facade as my house collapsed.

“War is vast. It reaches across the horizon, loftier and older than peace. Killing came before war, but it might also be that refuge preceded war.

If sunflowers shone in the sky and clouds floated in lakes,

A brief history of the creation in verse.

Peach seas murmur with the colours of the setting sun. There are no peach trees here — only

“Today it seems to me that every festival in Santiniketan offered homage to the seasons in some form or other… Much later I learnt that the festivals of Santhals and other Adivasis are the expressions of respect for farming and forest life. There are forms of nature worship based on an advantage of the earth as a primal mother.”

Pink cherry blossoms, 

Listen to the swish of the waves. Feel the breeze whisper caresses. See the mangroves stretch

What is the sadness that with

The Emperor wrote a lonely note. In exile, he wept for a grave in his Native land. Colonials