Dr. Faustus Poem by Swarnadip Chatterjee

Tonight
A face will peep
And peer from your window-panes.
When the night is coiled, like a serpent
And dreams are thick
It will coo to your ears
On voices of unnumbered crowds-
Touching your eyes
Through its magic-wind and calling you
In names, unheard—'Your days are numbered'

And still,
Motionless you lie. On your ashes
Like Eliot's cigarette
When we call it a day;
You smell of the dizzy kisses
Than once,
For once
Made you immortal,
Dr. Faust