The glow worms,

As for a portrait of yoursAnd you a model before meAnd I making a portrait of yours,The artist as a young man,Ay, the portrait of an artist,You sitting before as an artAnd I as a painter paintingYou, the portrait of an artist.

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…

Fatty searching Mr. Lean and ThinAnd Mr.Lean and Thin Mr.Fatty,Motu and Patlu, Patlu and MotuOn a comical missionWith Chingam, Ghasitaram, Jhatataka and John.

InDowning the planeGliding over its surface?How the thinking and mind-setOf the people behind itAnd the working of the planAnd its execution?By downing it,What did they get,Downing a passenger planeJust for narrow politics?I doubt,Are they men,The people to be reckoned with,The people to be called human beings?

You have small daughter and son to attend toAnd in loaded full,May turn you an animal.

Of Pitr PakshaAnd the beginningOf Matri PakshaTelling ofThe silent steps of Bhagabati,O, have you not heardBhagabati is coming, Bhagabati is…?The white kaash-blooms,The tiny heavily scented seulisAll splashed and sprinkled withDew drops and moistureTelling of the arrival of Bhagabati.O Singer of Rama!I still remember itThe song of Rama,The song of KrishnaThat you sangSo much tearfully,So much…