Poems by
Bijita Sharma


a poem by Bijita Sharma

Dark, brown, honey
She gathered everything and
Now they say she is of no use
No use because she is fading
Fading under her own shadow
She sings, they say it’s screaming
Screaming, cause her lyrics
Haunt them, they deny
Deny because they scared of her
Scared because she knows the truth
A truth, unseen but visible.