As I walk gathering the shadows Of a bird in the sky of the field It waves its wings and flies away. I touch the soil and take back my empty hand. —S. Kalesh (In the sky of the field)   Hailed for the spectral splendour of their imagery invoking ghosts and creatures of the night, for the ingenuity of their narrative style that synthesises oral and cinematic traditions of storytelling, and for charting a distinctive aesthetic framework, S. Kalesh’s poems represe