Ten O'clock At Chinsurah Station Poem by Souren Mondal
Ten O'clock At Chinsurah Station
In a moment,
when the shadow hangs large upon
our head,
we always forget that there are
many
who are in perpetual darkness.
And we,
with our world wrapped up
entirely around ourselves
look nowhere else but our own
Shadow
The gloom that is in us
not the dark, pathetic sinister side
of humankind
all around us...
Kids starve
and women remain in shakles,
men die everyday
and many kill
Some for money,
some maybe even for the thrill....
Do we then
look only at the moon,
pristine and white,
while the marks on it go unnoticed?
Her majesty
serves her orders
and gets served by servants,
None,
none care about
the children forced into begging
at Chinsurah station at
ten o'clock in the morning
A girl with a broken heart and
torn yellowish black frock
and a boy with bird's nest for hair
Stand before the queue at ten o'clock
in Chinsurah station,
Begging for a rupee,
The passengers are annoyed
and a blind begger, old
and haggard
yells at them
GO AWAY DON'T STEAL MY
BUSINESS
What judgement will you have
At ten o'clock in Chinsurah station? ?
The title of the poem attracted me, as it's a familiar place. And as I read the poem I got a familiar picture of my station too, which is Uttarpara. A very well knitted poem, the beginning is very deep and artistic. But the style of ending has elevated the poem to a different level GO AWAY DON'T STEAL MY BUSINESS.. this is very shocking at the same time realistic indeed. Heart touching poem. Thank you.10
Thank you Sanjukta.. Indeed it's a sorry and shocking sight, but one we see almost on a regular basis....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 10:29:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We live in a world of our own, never bothering to see what is happening around us! The dismal scenes of children starving, fellow men getting brutally killed, women moving around in torn clothes and torn bodies, all these we conveniently evade, just as we see only the golden sheen on moon's face and ignore the black marks there! A typical railway platform scene!
Yes, we turn a blind eye to such scenes effectively.. In a railway station everyone keeps running as they have a train to catch. But no one looks at the downtrodden and the poor, who are our fellow human beings.. Thank you very much for reading ma'am...