Servent

Poetry
Written By Sumangal Roy

Twitching towards the sun,

Rays bend into a bow;

whispered through shelves,

Ran behind the door.

Sun of life hastens the shredded shirt,

Pauses the droplets behind the night —

It never rains till day.

Till, scratching raw,

Servant rests in front of master,

Pulled by the tide.

Sumangal Roy

Sumangal Roy is a poet based in Kolkata, India, whose work fragments language and image to explore consciousness, darkness, and societal constraint. His experimental poetry asks what persists in paradox and dissolution. This is his first submission to a literary journal.

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