When I write about Kiriti Sengupta’s poems, I don’t write about Kiriti Sengupta’s poems. I mean I do write about his poems but in a very different way. His poems are like beads of pearls which have spilled and fallen on the floor and hurriedly rolled into dark, hidden spots of the room. So, I …
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October 8, 2017