New Year Poem by Kushal Dutta

The one who knows, knows, that time and space are one
We, the ones who are unaware, divide it at our convenience

Hearing my grave voice (much like that of a college lecturer)
My wife smiles at me, with a touch of irony

Anything goes
How does it matter

Maybe so
Maybe not

For, I know the rock-mounting hill-climber
On a self-quest, he’ll warm his hands tomorrow in the morning sun
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(Translated from Assamese by Prof. Bibhash Choudhury)