Morning beignets—there’s a glint of the sun,
and a horse, shining a hint of the sun.
An evening cold brew mocha: extra ice
—a wise hen, she is a tint of the sun.
Silent songs to breathe, a memory stands.
Kolkata ragas—they’re flints of the sun.
A soporific thunder turns and sighs,
and ancestors offer lints of the sun.
Lafayette, India where Shza lives—
two worlds, he’s seeking a splint of the sun.
by Shome Dasgupta
Shome Dasgupta is the author of The Seagull And The Urn (HarperCollins India), and most recently, the novels The Muu-Antiques (Malarkey Books) and Tentacles Numbing (Thirty West), a prose collection, Histories Of Memories (Belle Point Press), a short story collection, Atchafalaya Darling, and a poetry collection, Iron Oxide (Assure Press). His writing has appeared in McSweeney's Internet Tendency, New Orleans Review, Jabberwock Review, American Book Review, Arkansas Review, Magma Poetry, and elsewhere. He lives in Lafayette, LA and can be found at www.shomedome.com and @laughingyeti.