BASAB CHAUDHURI

At this moment
bombs are exploding,
smoke billows outward,
people hide indoors,
...

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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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.
...

If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
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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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Once a poet met a miner -
They had a cup of tea together
at a roadside stall and conversed.
'What do you do? ' - asked the poet.
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Life is continuously being built,
or unbuilt,
whatever way you may see it.
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Remember those days?
You used to hold my hand lest you fall.

Look at the creeper—
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আজ অনেক মিটিং ছিল
মেয়ের দিনের সভা ছিল
বাইরে থেকে অনেক লোক
নারী পুরুষ ছাত্র ছাত্রী
...

Five years ago -
I was deported.
I had a family.
I did not know my destination.
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In the morning
a glass of sunrays
from a distance.
...

They come to enquire about me—
a street dog in the morning,
a few pigeons and crows too.
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Every day when I start my computer,
a picture appears.
Sometimes skyscrapers of New York,
another day camels in the desert of the Middle East,
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আমাকে তুমি প্রশ্ন করো -
কেন লিখি?

কী করব? অনেক সময় -
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Snowfall —
I loved it.
A spectacular show
I saw in Groningen,
...

Indeed something is wrong—
I realized it only recently.

Both my sense of proportion
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Affluence
Opulence
Eloquence
...

All nearness
is designed,
destined,
defined.
...

I had my dinner a few minutes ago.
Nothing much to do at this hour.
I took my Android in hand
and posed a question to myself —
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You know a circle,
don't you?

It has a diameter—
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