Poems by Nileen Putatunda
Every monsoon, plants and flowers
Receive an extra coat of colour
Making them come alive even more.
(with gratitude to Sukla Basu Ray; Uma Dasgupta; Partha Choudhury; Sugeeta Roy Choudhury)
The upper jaw of the alligator of passion is indulgence,
The lower one is guilt;
Between the two, my mind is masticated.
30th June, 2021, Kolkata
I am remembering that sweet, innocent game of carrom
That you and I played in our first few days of college;
You nourished your innocence into immaculateness
Being a cloistered nun for many years now;
Today, on your forty-second birthday,
Your beloved Lord Jesus will specially bless you,
And I ask you, the greatest Stephanian,
That I know or have heard of,
To stoop from your towering spiritual stature
And bless this poor brother
Who sends pronaams aplenty and weak prayers.
(with gratitude to Nitish Verghese, Sherry Roy; Francis X. Clooney, SJ; Kalyanjit Roy Choudhury)
1st July, 2021, Kolkata