In this poignant, autobiographical poem, July brings back memories of a fateful day, two decades ago, when loss and grief intertwined for Debarati, exclusively for Different Truths
(Dedicated to my mother, who passed away on July 26, 2003.)
July is the cruelest month. it pushes me to the edge, into the dark dungeons of grief It makes me walk down the lane, I never want to visit again, It makes me wriggle in pain as I remember the fateful afternoon, The drenched and soggy afternoon, when I spoke to her for the last time. That afternoon, twenty years ago, was the first time I saw Baba’s moist eyes helplessly staring out of the window, Waiting for the ambulance to arrive Wading through the water-logged streets of Asansol. The previous night’s storm had uprooted his favourite papaya tree that Thamma had been nurturing since She stepped into this house as a bride, Baba said, maybe this was indicative of a bigger loss coming our way That afternoon Ma’s wails still ring in my ears. That afternoon Ma wanted to eat ‘mach bhat’ with us for one last time. A rain-soaked July afternoon finally washed off Our papaya tree and Ma’s pains. July is the cruelest month, It makes me remember that afternoon again.
Note:
Thamma: A Bengali term for grandmother
Baba: A Bengali term for father
Ma: A Bengali term for mother
Mach Bhat: A Bengali dish consisting of fish and rice.
Asansol: A city in West Bengal.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Debarati Sen, an award-winning poet from Kolkata, published two solo poetry collections and contributed to more than 10 anthologies. She has recently made it to the top 50 poets in the NaPoWriMo 2023 writing challenge, and her poem, ‘Maple Dreams’, has been selected for the Yearbook 2022 to be published by Hawakal Publishers. Her haiku have been published in Haikuniverse, Five Fleas, Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, Suspect Device, Pan Haiku Review, and the Horror Senryu journal.




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