#Review: The Weeds That Grow in Cemeteries by Nirmal Ghosh

There’s something hauntingly tender about this poetry collection. Ghosh writes like someone who’s learned to make peace with loss — not by forgetting it, but by conversing with it. His verses stretch across seasons, continents, and memories, lingering on themes of time, love, and the slow erosion of things we once thought permanent.

The imagery is beautiful — you can almost feel the “heat and rain,” the “perfume rivers,” and the soft ache of distance. His poetry feels like quiet rain on an old tin roof: gentle, persistent, and oddly comforting.

If I had to nitpick, the emotional tone occasionally feels too uniform — the poems risk blending into one long elegy of melancholy. But perhaps that’s the point. Ghosh’s restraint is deliberate; he’s not here to dazzle you with fireworks, he’s here to whisper about the weeds that survive in forgotten places — both literal and emotional.

Verdict: Introspective and atmospheric. Best read slowly, on days when your mind is too loud and you need a voice that hums instead of shouts.

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