the killing of the foetus

the heart breaks

to kill the foetus

even when the world beyond beckons

to conquer the world

or to the call of another love



or to save

from the throes of labour

and the pain of childbirth

of an unwanted child

or when lost in a maze

or in a quagmire

where we feel suffocated



yet forgive my Lord

for that crime committed

a drop of tear rolls down

the future and the past

becomes obfuscated

in the watery grave

of the foetus,

our love... ...



(my first and may be the last poem in english

15.1.2009)

BHALOBASHA

Hoito etai bhalobasha
Ektu kachhe paoa
Ektu kachhe chaoa
Ektu mon deoa neoa
Ekisathe chola

Ekta pagol hawa
Ulte dei chaoa paoa
Ekta udasi megh
Ane ashamaier barsha
Hatathi shuru hoi
Nadite ulto bawa

Jibonta cholena keno
Janma theke mrityu
Ekta saralrekhai ?
Pathtake dei ghuriye
Ghurni hawar damka

SUKHER ASHAI... ...

Sararat kato katha boli tomar sange

Sararat kato katha boli nijer sange

Tomate amate tafat bujhi na go

Hatat raate pash fire dekhi tumi pashe neito

Ekdin dekho pash fire dhorbo tule mukhta

Mukh dubiye bashbo bhalo

Ashbei ekdin anato ei shukhta