Paromita Goswami‘s poem: Breathe

Breathe, the master said.

 

Can you

breathe in

the smog 

of a Delhi November evening

the day after Diwali?

 

Or when your beloved promises

to have kabiraji from Anadi Cabin

to makeup for the dhoka he might miss

at your shradh?


Breath after breath

smooched away


Lightly-

With or without light



*kabiraji and dhoka are delicacies from Bengal; dhoka literally means fooled

**Anadi Cabin is a café in Calcutta, the word Anadi mean eternal 

**Shradh means memorial after death


Paromita Goswami teaches marketing, collects crystals, and loves solo-travelling.

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