Homely
Chaitali Chattopadhyay
He took the responsibility of her living.
She cooked nutritious food.
Star studded he returned home in the evening.
She furbished home with care since the early morning .
He comes and goes. Comes and goes. Goes, comes and goes.
She buys rice, pulses and smile without even losing a breath.
He is into cards, sometimes into theatre.
She plays sitar on air, without strings.
He went somewhere and left his mind there.
With swollen eyes she took tranquilizers.
He is there but still there he isn’t.
She sleeps, gets up and walks as if in dream.
Will they part ways? Won't they opt for children?
None of the mortals but God only knows everything.
Translated by Shyamashri Ray Karmakar
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