The wise men desert the promised land,
Monsoon glooms and deferred showers,
blackened diamond sparkles sharp,
Debts pull down the Hellenic towers.
A ship sunk low in Orient seas
A leadened stack withdrawn from sight
I wait with fretful bated breath
Amidst bear baiting and bull fight.
The sun towards the evening sinks
promising us a better dawn
The tides rise slow from lowest low
the show, my darling, must go on…
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Monami Mukherjee is an educator and lifelong student of English literature. She studied at Lady Brabourne College and the University of Calcutta, where she completed her MPhil, and has 21+ years of teaching experience. Her interests include Feminism, Post-colonialism and Modernism, and through NibblePop and its YouTube channel she breaks complex texts down into simple, relatable ideas. Read more
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