Kothabriksha – FRAMED COUNTENANCE – Arpita Choudhury Kothabriksha – FRAMED COUNTENANCE Nights are gay, lights are dim,Men repose, I stare at him. I drink the fatal cup to the brim, Purple-stained, gale-lashed rim, When men repose, I stand and stare at him. Nights are cold, lights are low, Men retreat, I stand alone. Inch by…

Nights are gay, lights are dim, Men repose, I stare at him. I drink the fatal cup to the brim, Purple-stained, gale-lashed rim, When men repose, I stand and stare at him. Nights are cold, lights are low, Men retreat, I stand alone. Inch by inch, row by row,He devours me all,Consuming the bones. Tinkling…