BASAB CHAUDHURI Poems

This morning
words whispered in my ear—
give us a little space to thrive,
so we may become a poem.
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Every ten minutes, a train whistles by -
where does it go, by the by,
the whistle has a sound of melancholy,
of departing for ever,
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You are joining today -
a new job
so much expectation for you,
from you,
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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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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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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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A serpentine lane appeared in a dream last night,
I was walking along the lane and didn't know where I headed to -
I didn't reach anywhere, yet I loved walking - it was fun
to have a feeling of a skin that one can shake off.
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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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