BASAB CHAUDHURI

Will you come to see me when I die?
I know I will die some day,
but the day is not known,
so I cannot invite you in advance.
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The mailbox is full -
But the one that I have been waiting for,
Does not come.
What do I feel then?
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This morning
words whispered in my ear—
give us a little space to thrive,
so we may become a poem.
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At this moment
bombs are exploding,
smoke billows outward,
people hide indoors,
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Something works between us two
that neither of us knows for sure.
The road turns at the same time,
a flower starts to speak in rhyme.
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So many roads in front of me,
For someone might make a difference.
I am now lost at the crossing—
Could you tell me the shortest route?
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If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
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Often I leave my house and go elsewhere,
for work or for some job poorly defined.
I go -
there is no one to accomany me except the sky,
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Get me a pen -
I will write with it
a love letter
to all of them.
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A lovely fruit—
the pomegranate holds
punicalagins,
antioxidants,
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How softly the bees touch the rose
absorb her fragrance - elsewhere goes,
A silky touch - doesn't look back,
unlike man, not carrying a sack.
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Some day - near or far
Must be the last phone call,
Then either you or I
Much better if it is I...
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A few steps forward and then coming back,
I pick up pebbles and carefully put them in my pocket -
just to throw them away later, may be a few minutes after
I accumulated them.
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Newspapers have pretty much lost their importance now,
instant news are made available, every bit digital.
Continuous crunching of digits make sensation
with continuous munching of an appropriate material.
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Not to write is a choice -
A painful choice.
So I write -
Even when words are hard to come by
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He asked me, 'How are you doing? '
Although I was not feeling too well,
I said, 'I am doing fine.'
He was smart and could sense,
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Every fold I turn, there is excitement
But folds are unending and the excitement far-reaching.
Fingers become tired, hands too
but unfolding doesn't stop.
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I watch the cursor, it watches me -
Nothing worthwhile comes to mind
My fingers still move upon the keyboard
A search into the well for words continues.
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পিতা সনে যদি কহি
কিছু সত্য কথা,
অগ্নিশর্মা পিতা কন
এত বড় কথা!
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A cup of coffee
Milk skin floats on top
Others drink wine
Enjoy the music and pop.
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