After Dinner

After dinner
The entire city
Speaks through my radio.
The rich and the rickshaw puller
The divorced and the reckless.
The whore who fucks in love
And the ones restless in bed.
Each voice, like leftover food
Now sits on my table.
I bring out the knife
And the fork
To feast on this
Directory of longing.
Late at night
I wipe off the moon
With the napkin
Of the empty streets.
And I hear the irritating sound
Of the sky dragging its feet.

Sayan Aich Bhowmik is currently Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Shirakole College, Kolkata. He is the co-editor of Plato’s Caves Online, a semi-academic online space/ blog.

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