Staging Suppliant Women
Unbordered soulbirds fly
In democracy’s cerulean skies,
Over seas grayed and roughened
By winds of violence…
Where mothers wail for sons,
Tossed with the debris
Of bodies wooden whose eyes stay open.
Somehow they beach at Athens…
Here, look through the zoom lens…
– Bolbul
A Pataliputran Son
A riddling coincidence
Of no piffling significance…
He muses, that a son Pataliputran
Ought to make a film
Commemorating the symbiosis Athenian
‘Twixt democratic and dramatic traditions…
His mind flashes a middle school by the Ganges,
Where a teacher drags him
Back over two thousand years,
To the 4th century BCE…
When to the city came Megasthanes.
More to follow…
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