Utpal Kumar Basu
1) The Ogre
The other day I met loneliness on Suren Banerjee Road
I said: here's a letter with your address I was about to post
Can you read minds? Which train did you take? Actually
It wasn't loneliness, but a silent comb bought on the pavement
With a woman's long hair still caught in its teeth
2)
So much suppressed rage hidden in the luggage, packed into the bedding
Without being caught during checking, slipping through the electronic scan
They traverse the airport with ease, even avoiding the cordon of bodyguards
To confront a line of flabbergasted presidents and ministers and commissioners
And ask them, 'You, what the hell do you think you're doing?'
Soldiers fire their guns in vain, the daggers fight on their own
The rage remains invisible through it all
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