Its Not Live-Together Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

I am an ecstatic fan of Boul
Not a traditional Sevadasi
I am neither from West Bengal
Nor a woman Bangladeshi.

I am a person of foreign origin
Married an Indian Boul singer
who pierced the moon on first attempt
by his magic voice and finger.

I avoid lineages, Tantra, Mantra
Love only the boul song
For which I left my motherland
Without guessing right or wrong.

I become half-mad when I sing
Playing Ektara in my hand
Rotate like mustard crashing kolhu
Waving pallu Boul-brand.

I am not a religious ascetic
Live in a permanent house together
Perform Baul rituals as he says
But Madhukari? ... no, no, never.

My body is pure, God within
He enters into me with pride
Induces me in the state of ecstasy
I catch the fish in high tide.