Jayita Basak Poems

It is 2 AM and the dim street
That I can see standing on my porch Is under the black footprints of street light
Thats too full of dullnes.
No human, no other sign of light,
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Newspapers, televisions, radios rerunning:
‘A dreadful war, India still fighting'
Shut up the telecast and listen to me,
It is not India; but the India Army…
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Clouds, blare!
Surround the sheer sky, look dear Earth!
Ravishing black ringlets,
Cherish as the youthful notions,
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It was a nippy January,
I went to the Kalpataru fair with my father,
Stalls lined up like bogies and wagons, My father bought me a popsicle.
Suddenly a child ran to the stall seeking for the same,
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You, with a colourful-feathered figure, Flew like a Rafale above my rigor.
You made blow the light twigs,
Dear, you are the king of kings.
I viewed you hunting fishes,
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A mammoth metal box had a mammoth metal lock
Securing since years it screamed Clanked on the entresol.
I was seeing it for the first time in our house
As if it was an unwanted loving antiquity grey.
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