# From the Wrong Room

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- Published: 2021-06-30T15:42:47+00:00
- Author: shuktara

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**Author:**  Tapas  Bandopadhyay[⌊A sample cover of the book: dark green coloured handloom sari with gold embossed nameplate and lettering for the title and author's name. The border of the sari lines the right hand margin of the cover.⌉](https://writersworkshopindia.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/From-the-Wrong-Room-scaled-1.jpeg)
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Pages:** 68 **Year of Publication:** 2021 **Price:** Rs 200 **ISBN:** 978-81-949985-
6-3 (9788194998563)

_**About the Author**_
 Tapas grew up in various railway towns in eastern India 
and in a Calcutta torn by political strife in the early 1970s. He graduated in Mining
Engineering from the Institute of Technology, Banaras Hindu University (now IIT,
BHU) and spent his youth working in the coal mines of what is now Jharkhand.

His poems have been published in the “8th Day” supplement of _The Statesman_, Kolkata,
_Shot Glass, The Brown Critique, Prosopisia_, the anthology _A Breath of Verses_
and elsewhere.

_**Teaser**_

_Searches_
 (_In the times of Corona and Amphan_)

I look for my searches.
 Your name doesn’t figure in the list. Forgetting and healing
are lost words. Every morrow the old man scans the headlines for the word “hope”.
The bleeding graph fills half a mountain (does the other half even exist?). The 
skies turn dark in May.

Somewhere, a snapped branch leans perilously close
 to the crows living next door.
Are they quicker? Or did it survive the storm? They would know. I won’t.

I know I was afraid,
 of an explosion that would delete the happy glass to the balcony
and some veins.

I remember feeling sorry for the flowering neem tree
 tossed about so. It survived.
Not much damage done. But this year. Defies comprehension.

Not much damage done.
 Yet, I still pick at my searches For your name.

_**Contents**_
 42 poems