The shop poem
In this hapless , blind shop-trap
Everything that you see , you feel like buying, asap.
In the stories and the shoptalks
In the gory red bedrocks
In the buying and selling of bloodied dead wings
I could buy the moon
Instead I buy only the paper lamp with strings
In this hapless, bloated shop trap
Everything you see, you feel like buying asap.
Things are here, things are there
Objects, objects everywhere
You get attracted often
You get sucked into the shop den
In this hapless, flimsy shop trap
Everything you buy, becomes useless asap.
[ Translated from original Bengali by the poet ]
The Wound
The more agony you lift
The further you slip down the well
The further the rope descends
The more suffering the bucket draws
Rising and falling and moving till the end…
This writing will tell the depth of the wound.
[ Translated from original Bengali by Chirayata Chakrabarty]
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