Pen at the Pollen
About the Author:
Diganta Ray is an MA student in the Department of English at Jadavpur
University, Kolkata. He has published two earlier collections of
poems, titled Stolen Sights and Ant-Eggs in Honey-Hive Shade, both
published by Salesian College Publication in 2014 and 2015
respectively. Born and brought up in Siliguri, West Bengal, he aspires
to be a poet by profession.
Glass That Measures Grief
A glass breaks;
And for the next five days
Lots of work are to be done –
The floor has to be cleaned;
I keep slipping
On the water that’s on the floor,
Fall into the broken pieces
And with each fall
Give birth to a thousand more,
From one stained piece.
The sixth day
Is like waking up from a fever.
With trembling hands
I put the pieces together
And only then throw them away
Seeing them whole for one last time
Before they scatter,
Though they scatter beyond memory.
But my hands keep trembling
With cuts, with cold,
And so the next glass breaks too soon;
Thus the cycle of grief is wound more closely,
And completes a rotation faster,
Although the gloom lengthens each time.