Sampurna Chattarji

The fact is a seed.

If a bridge must be built, let it be between happen and stance.

I have dug myself into a corner.

This is not happenstance.

The will is a sharp shovel.

Barge in, down to the river where the old man bends.

Sand is carted away from shore.

The price of morning is cheap.

Take it as it comes does not account for the receptacle.

Shallow or deep, brim, the shade of a hat.


Sampurna Chattarji, Space Gulliver Chronicles



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