[Reader-list] In A Nameless Place

[Logos Theatre]

This is a work in progress.
Arka Mukhopadhyay


I


These things will remain -
The echo of birdwings,
The stories that the wind
Whispered into the ears of the grass,
And the bloodstains on the water -
These shall not pass.



II


In Moscow it is snowing
But winter here comes with a blizzard of wrath
Cold as a steel tube
Wending its way up a uterus

III

C'est la lutte finale
Groupons-nous, et demain
L'Internationale
Sera le genre humain

Clench your fists and arise,
The drumbeat of your feet shall wipe the past clean -
We shall destroy it whole, down to its roots
And over the landscape of history that we will write,
A blood-red sun will rise.

IV

nous sommes
Le grand parti des travailleurs

We are
The great party of workers,
The earth belongs only to us.
And you, women,
You who bear the earth's memories in your breasts -
When our victorious army marches
Over the map of your body,
There shall be no shelter beneath withered trees,
No trail of retrun over the scorched ground.















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Logos Theatre
          In the beginning was the word
No. 126,
3rd Main Road,
Jayamahal Extension,
Bangalore 560046
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If it be now, 'tis not to come;
if it be not to come, it will be now;
if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes?
Let be.