A Poem by Goirick Brahmachari



Chores / What is a perfect line?

It’s not about the pace
Not about this race, or how one must slowly learn to earn some disgrace;
Why one chooses to do the dishes first
Or, for that matter loves sweeping the floor.
But the onions must be cut, the garlic peeled,
Washed one by one, left alone to dry.

You can move slow, you can be fast
Change your pace, slow-burn
The oil or speed heat the water
Bay leaf, salt, turmeric, cumin seeds. Sugar?
The choice is ours

Not to hold onto a set instruction
As long as the taste works.


About the author:

Originally from Assam,India, Goirick Brahmachari’s third book of poems,  Wet Radio and Other Poems was published in August 2017. His poems have appeared in magazines like Berfrois, Café Dissensus, Raiot and Nether, among others.