First published in Dissent Voice

Freedom is fey.
It eludes, seduces
with wafting winds,

flits with clouds
across borders
that divide. Yet

for that fence,
Freedom supped
on the blood of men.

But did she come?
This Freedom with
her promise 

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Three Poems by Mitali Chakravarty

First published in Lothlorien Journal

A Bug’s Fantasy


A light bug hovers near a bulb,

part of a multitudinous crowd

attracted by the brilliance of the

shine. This life of mine, the insect


thinks, is precious and I will glitter

with brightness, be recognised for

my refulgence. I am beautiful and

unique. My fame will spread far,


obliterate even the lamp, the

sun, the stars, the moon. A blind...

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Song of the Himalyas

First Published in Countercurrents

Stretching far beyond the distant horizons
is a mountain where trod the gods on their
way to heaven, where mankind prayed for
redemption, for a broader vision, for union

with universal, infinite energies. The peaks
tower snow white — stretch out an awning.
Long ago, these were not there. The ranges 
birthed as two ancient land masses embraced.

Their child, these hills, these peaks, the grand 
Himalayas, the Everest — a love-child, an 
accident of nature? And yet, they have stood
longer than you or me, much longer in history. 

They stretch towards the clouds, aged50 million…
and still growing: man of less than 200,000 years 
draws lines, boundaries on these hills. Borders 
of development, economics, politics, intolerance — 

what do these mountains think?...

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