Tantalus
Rupkatha Basu
Hunger
is my heirloom.
I fed my son
what I was given.
Now he carries it,
mouth full of salt.
Everything
is like this now—
waiting— again—
to be fed.
Tantalus
Rupkatha Basu
Hunger
is my heirloom.
I fed my son
what I was given.
Now he carries it,
mouth full of salt.
Everything
is like this now—
waiting— again—
to be fed.