The Cult
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Poem by Kabir Deb: ‘I arrange / myself like a cook – a guide to heaven / where food is cherished with / the people we fall in love / with’
It is a cult that I do often – in a kitchen
or a bedroom – sprinkling rigid
salt granules on a goat’s
flesh or building a
plot on someone’s back;
– I can see how I am the only
one to introduce a change – a cooking
procedure wisely softens the
pieces for a man’s inners;
– a woman softens
me, bracing the
tools like the saint
who’s not wise;
– I see her melting
with me, like me – a night
leaves me with her; I arrange
myself like a cook – a guide to heaven
where food is cherished with
the people we fall in love
with – and cooked like there’s
going to be nothing but a blank poem
where we must leave a taste
or a kiss.
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Kabir Deb is an author, editor, content writer based in Karimganj, Assam. He works as a teacher in a government institution and has completed his Masters in Life Sciences from Assam University and is pursuing Masters in Creative Writing from The University of Oxford, London. He has been awarded with Social Journalism Award in 2017. He is a recipient of the Reuel International Award for Best Upcomimg Poet in 2019. He recently won the Nissim International Award for Excellence in Literature for his book Irrfan: His Life, Philosophy and Shades in the non-fiction category. You can find him on Instagram: @kabirdeb.zorba.
