BASAB CHAUDHURI

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

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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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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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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If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
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The pleat speaks volumes about the effort
To maintain and express
Like a chisel on the marble floor
Making a surreal design.
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Death is a leveler
An equalizer among unequal,
Even among all odds,
Certain among all uncertain,
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A feeling -
Poetic
Or noetic,
I cannot discriminate,
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Beauty is neither positive
Nor superlative,
It's comparative.
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A point won
Is a point lost.
It is zero sum
On which you build
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Stay.

While life is here,
stay with it.
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He wrote, 'D-Ey-light'.
I said, Delight or Daylight?
He explained, 'Fusion.
Combinatorial.
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Things fall apart,
The poet was spot on.

Things are falling apart.
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Only when the sun sets,
It can see the day's travel.
Did cloud cover it,
or the rays touched all over!
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Do not ask me why
This is how I hold on to -
A few words in the morning
Doesn't matter whether they
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The first train and the last -
fully packed.

The first brings maids to the city.
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