mango pickled. fish steamed . and banana leaved . body offending. draped pretty.
today we close eyes and wish. happy new year. wish away that wound of a border.
as if we know how to spell c-u-l-t-u-r-e without tongue breaking throat burning with conflict with shame
we will pack away the truth tomorrow. tuck it at some dusty corner of an inherited closet.
but today we will smile and our tongues will rejoice at the memory of tripping out trailing syllables we say no more
we will be bengalis today.just today. just that.