Blue Slippers Poem by Debayudh Chatterjee

Your blue slippers still recline on the terrace
As if in a stupor….Dog-chomped melancholia
Swathes the touch of your feet…..

They have chanted the Supreme's name
Inexorably, the cremators have blazed, with the corpse,
The emotions of a long-term bond,
The coagulated wound that ensued incessant bleeding
And, several recurring bright memories,
That hovered, solitary, like an estranged bird….

No trace of lunacy… no luxury left in me, anymore….
I no longer have verve, nor refuge…
Only your dog-chomped blue slippers
Still linger on the terrace
Like astounded love….my swan song of dusk….


Translated from Original Bengali by Barnamala Roy