Immortality

A lover is killed just because he did not fit into social and cultural boundaries.

Immortality

Those who beat us to death after village court trial, they

did not spare you as well, Abontika ! We rotten corpses

drift in muddy Hooghly river ; what was our crime ?

You are Party boss’s wife, I am just an uncivil nobody.

There were endless praise of communism in last 33 years ;

nothing for lovers. For whose benefit were the tomes�"

whatever are left of the rotten corpses of lovers remain

metamorphosed domestic bullocks yoked to grinding,

useless party-worker. Better to exude on chariot of waves

to the seas clutching each other in oceanic splendour.

( Translation of Amaratwa )

Kolkata 2006