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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Born at Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya- a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several National and International journals, websites, E-zine, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, Life Member of Tagore's Nikhil Bharat Bangya Sahitya Sanmelan and CONTEMPORARY VIBES (CHANDIGARH). She has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.

Deeya Bhattacharya


The Totem

I may conceive you as many things
the butt of a cigar, the handle
of a porcelain cup, the chewed end
of a pencil, broken pottery, tattered rag doll,
jilted love
regardless of the totem and bits of marijuana

I would conceive you-as Spring
its first bud, and May's early showers

I might conceive you as the dog-eared
books on sale- or flip flop sandals
flared up nostrils or an abusive mouth

I must conceive you as a God father
in the ghetto of sprightly lanes
and winding alleys, which never goes astray,
nor drifts apart