BASAB CHAUDHURI Poems

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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This morning
words whispered in my ear—
give us a little space to thrive,
so we may become a poem.
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The mailbox is full -
But the one that I have been waiting for,
Does not come.
What do I feel then?
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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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If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
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Every dotted line is forlorn
Waits for hours to fill in
It is often an open question
Who will finally sign!
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How softly the bees touch the rose
absorb her fragrance - elsewhere goes,
A silky touch - doesn't look back,
unlike man, not carrying a sack.
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Some day - near or far
Must be the last phone call,
Then either you or I
Much better if it is I...
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