The Marblecoloured Dawn in the Vision by Partha Sarkar

A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: The Marble Coloured Dawn in the Vision. Smaller text reads: Discussing disability in fairy tales and folklore.

‘We should lose faith in….’ says the morning to every death.
 
Long ago there was a sunny kindergarten.
 
And the Time is a galloping train.
 
The crisscross.
The brown sugar on the forehead of every battle.
The unnecessary explosions in the womb.
The wet gunpowder smiles at the ancient posterity.
 
‘Is there no wrong signal in the development?’
 
A voice remembers the words of Satan.
 
‘Let it rain in the tent….’
The ignorance in the funnel.
 
The postcard meets the cuckoo in the middle of early autumn.
 
Since evening there has been no evening post for the dead telegram.