Volume 4 Issue 2, June 2020
Special Issue for Indian Poetry

Sutputra Radheye



there was a slave maiden made

of silicon hard wired flesh 


she was walking down the forest

naked, jiggling her ornaments


her brown face pale as the freezing flower

dipped into a container of liquid nitrogen


to her hands, a shackle was tied of iron-

it was cutting her wrist meat


all the soldiers stared at her breasts,

her butt depending on their position


her kingdom had fallen in the war

she never started but was traded for


maybe that’s what destinies of woman

has been in the history of lords










Where have been the free birds singing

Where have been the gold bells ringing


When the country was colonized to suffer

Where have been the white doves singing?


If my home was snatched, and woman sold

Why should I be silent, not be singing?


There were battalions of men firing at my people

And they want me to surrender my singing


I am not coward that I will give up on my ideology

Kill me if you want to, I will always be singing









Sayings of a Capitalist


The capitalist said

                    Work hard!

He ignored the payment part.


He wanted us

                 To make him money

But never asked about us.


In factories

             We worked and worked

When he rested under the AC.


Our health

               Flushed for pennies

To gift him a million dollar life.


Yet when time comes

                               He insults us

Like we have no dignity of labor.












You are autumn

I was a leaf


With our marriage

I fell

Fell to die.


It was made to look like






About the poet

Sutputra Radheye is a poet and commentator who delve into the themes affecting the socio-eco-political scenario. His works have been published in prestigious platforms like Frontier, Countercurrents, Janata Weekly, Culture Matters (UK), Livewire (Wire), Sunflower Collective, Eleventh Column' and many more throughout the years.

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