BASAB CHAUDHURI

If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
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Five years ago -
I was deported.
I had a family.
I did not know my destination.
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They come to enquire about me—
a street dog in the morning,
a few pigeons and crows too.
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Here you will lie down,
your head will enter the tunnel,
a picture of the inside, your brain will be taken by the machine.
It is smart and simple,
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যখন কিছু করার থাকে না
তখন আমার লিখতে ইচ্ছে করে,
না রে বাবা কাগজ কলম নয়
পোয়েমহান্টার - টাইপ করি তায়
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Time is always renewing itself
with new time,
a tremendous energy unfolds -
we don't see.
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In the morning
a glass of sunrays
from a distance.
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I love this gentleman,
indeed a nice gentleman.

He has been in a position of power for some time;
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সেই পথ
যে নামে ডাকতে তাকে -
সে নাম তো নেই
আর -
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God asked, "Where do you keep trust? "

I said, "In my heart."
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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
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I look up,
I look down,
I look up,
And I do frown.
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As I stood by the sea
I saw the sky melting into the ocean,
Going into oblivion.
I looked at, gazed, saw, and then walked.
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Eternal journey—
we appear as dots in the firmament,
and vanish without disturbing the sky.
Time flows on,
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A saucer, a cup -
An equation, an idea.
A family, a trust -
Man, humanity.
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The last sip—
light liquor,
yet fragrant.
Was it Darjeeling?
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Every suicide ends up in a post mortem
Physical and emotional -
A bullet or a rope?
Why? What for?
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Once I felt and I will tell
It was a dense evening
I was walking by the river
Alone, and it was near perfection.
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'Conscience doth make cowards of us all.' - Shakespeare.
'Ambition doth make giants (!) of us all.' - This unknown poet.

Living in a skyscraper
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