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when stories of crocodile did not belong in the zoo library<\/strong><\/p>\n under moonlight before dinner on the front yard porch under the moonlight my mother grandfather’s narrative irrevocably on the boats and near the house with men who came out of their mouths alive riding the boat away to sell merchandise <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Debarun Sarkar<\/strong> currently lives in Calcutta and spends most of his time juggling between freelancing and writing. Recent works have appeared in or are forthcoming in 1:1000, Visual Verse, Former People, Burningword, The Los Angeles Review of Los Angeles, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, the murmur house,<\/em> among others.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" when stories of crocodile did not belong in the zoo library under moonlight load shedding was routine before dinner on the front yard porch grandmother laid out a cot and grandfather told stories under the moonlight my mother would narrate her greatest childhood mysteries she would inquire grandfather every night when it rains why […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13622","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13622","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13622"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13622\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13942,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13622\/revisions\/13942"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13622"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13622"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13622"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nload shedding was routine<\/p>\n
\ngrandmother laid out a cot
\nand grandfather told stories<\/p>\n
\nwould narrate her greatest childhood mysteries
\nshe would inquire grandfather every night
\nwhen it rains why doesn’t the whole sky fall?
\nwho is singing inside a radio?<\/p>\n
\nmoved and navigated
\nto his years of navigation across the borders
\nwhen border security existed only on paper<\/p>\n
\ncrocodiles haunted the silence of the night<\/p>\n
\nand men who killed them in the slush<\/p>\n
\nhoping for the storm to not strike<\/p>\n