I have seen postmen wandering in the autumnal forest: Shakti Chattopadhyay

I have seen postmen wandering in the autumnal forest Their yellow sacks filled with grass like swollen sheep bellies So many letters new and old they had found Those postmen in the autumnal forest I have seen them pecking away incessantly Like a solitary crane at a fish So impossibly, mysteriously, warily absorbed They’re not […]