BASAB CHAUDHURI Poems

At this moment
bombs are exploding,
smoke billows outward,
people hide indoors,
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This morning
words whispered in my ear—
give us a little space to thrive,
so we may become a poem.
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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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If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
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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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Get me a pen -
I will write with it
a love letter
to all of them.
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Every crossing brings forth a chance to meet you,
every crossing is parting away for ever into oblivion -
one moment I am born, moment after I am no more,
whether you see me or not, I rise and I fall,
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A lovely fruit—
the pomegranate holds
punicalagins,
antioxidants,
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A few steps forward and then coming back,
I pick up pebbles and carefully put them in my pocket -
just to throw them away later, may be a few minutes after
I accumulated them.
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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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