Here’s a poem by Prabal that critiques and makes fun of the self – an exclusive for Different Truths.
Meat is my favourite food And among the fleshes of The chicken or a duck or The lamb or a deer The pig is the one that allures me the most I have thought enough on this, tried to understand That which attribute of the pig It makes me weaker to its meat As Swine is not that innocent Such as a chick, a sheep or a deer! But the fact remains elsewhere Whenever I got myself to eat a pig I felt like Getting intensive and unbiased Into an indescribable moonlight Between an unwanted downpour and in the beauty of a bird’s eyes Only the pig is the one animal That resembles a human trait so well So that the taste of a pig It reminds my tongue of the The flesh of my own That clouds my disabilities And entertains my senses With an organic feeling That is what the other meats lack.
Translated from Bengali by Armaan Singh
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths