Miss Burquawalli writing

Everything but the Wish of Hari,What He commands,Do I that.Hari-Hari.Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari, Hari.

Which apparently fell to East Pakistan,Now present-day BangladeshAnd so marking the commotionThey moved and migrated to India, CalcuttaIn 1957After is passing of the Intermediate Exam.Just as a refugee.Pronab did his graduation,Qualified for the state level civil serviceAnd joinedTo be elevated to the rank of the special secretaryTo be finally superannuated in 2001,But poetry as his…

Coming and vanishing away,Dream, dream girl,Dream girl,The girl into dreams,Into the dreamsComing, coming and vanishing away,Dream, dream girl,My dream, dream girl,Your, your dream girl!

With a dishWith sweets, candle and vermillion,To show light to,To put sweets into the mouthAnd to impress a red spotOn the foreheadAnd to touch my feetAnd the brother givingA token sum of moneyTo her fasting sister,Waiting to tie onAfter a bathAnd having tied the rakhi,She will take food.My dear brother, you forget her notIn futureWhen…

Scattered across, littered overA vast tract of land,The muddy houses, straw-thatched,Hatched with bamboo briars,The hearths burning,I mean the earthen ovens,The nights solitary and secludedWithout the lamps.Many going half-fed, half-clothed,Sleeping on the muddy floorOn a date-leaf woven matOr if available, on the bamboo rope-cot,Passing the daysIn faith and belief,In utter submission to God,Praying to the Snake-God,Offering…

Tell me, tell me, who you are,What your identity, where your home,Who your parentsAs see youAs the sculptures and figurinesLying on the entranceOf the terracotta temples,Into the mist of the starlit skies,Dark and lonely,Stand you,All alone,Away from homes,Nostalgic, homesick and reminiscent ofYour small, small brothers and sisters?Dark daughter, tell you, tell you,Who you are, what…