BASAB CHAUDHURI Poems

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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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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Here is an anonymous letter,
having some facts that appear to be concocted,
yet you have to take cognizance,
otherwise, you will be blamed for appearing to be partial.
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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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I do not know what looking at means,
perhaps it is not the right expression,
but you know, my early education was in a Bengali - medium school,
I do not expect from myself flowery language, that too in English.
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You taught me basics of probability,
games, winner, loser, possibilities -
they were all calculations,
some I understood, most I didn't,
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