History, even if erased, leaves a trail
— By Trishna Basak
— Translated by Bappadittya Roy Biswas
(Reading Time: 1 min Approx)
Erase the precedents, our yellow papers,
Secret pamphlets that spread from hand to hand,
Dialogues, silicone chipped, that akin to kisses flew,
Virtual scratches that fingernails made on breasts,
Pleasured moans crafted by graphic equalisers.
Erase them, and on traces of the faint marks that remain,
Let us walk,
Let us trace our steps on them,
For history, even when erased
Leaves a trail,
Leaves remnants of scattered rain-tree flowers,
A golden krait amidst the grass,
And a whole new world that lies in wait
Below the ventral skin of this krait.
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