Swimming pathos
washes dust, off hardened skin
on his bony frame, hasn't eaten
in a week or so, still has
knitted to his lips, that soothing smile,
poverty's great, treasure it is,
one that never comes, neither goes,
just stays as if born with it, he was,
prized infancy.
All Rights. Arik Mitra.
Arik Mitra lives in Kolkata, India. An IT professional, he has been writing for three years now. He writes mainly short stories and poetry in English and Bengali (mother tongue). His work has been published by Clarendon House Publications, Red Penguin Books, Rosey Ravelston Books-Dyst Journal, Writers and Reader's Magazine and more.
