Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Nabanita Deb Sen poems

 




The house tinged in sorrow 


1


My house is tinged in sorrow 

Won't be back. Please Steer the sailboat in reverse 

Blow somewhere else

Hey wind of mind !


2.

Everybody changes

Not much

Only a little 

Changing nights and days, seasons, everything.



The secret has been unveiled  

She was never there 

It was only the shadow 



There's nothing  to be coy 

If the spring is full of error

There's nothing  to be coy

While weeping my dear 



Now the question is whether to retreat 

It is harder to pull back than to return  ; 

Though the soul doesn’t belong here 





 6 


The full moon has plunged  

into dark poison, oily soot 

So much venom 

On the designer pillow woven in silk




 7 


Now in hell, the torment goes on 

The Ocean  sinks beneath the sand 

My dear heart sings in delirium 



 8

The eyes tell me, it's Time 

There’s a question, that remains 

Who is going to open the gate 

 

 

I will not crave for your touch 

Nor would I ask for the

 kiss of basil and sandal 

on my eyes 

Let the last naked glance stare 

And utter, "Don't come back again!"



 10

This face, I know not this face 

This tongue, I know not this tongue 

My body is inadequate now a days

I'm brimming over my own self



Translated by Rajesh Chatterjee
Edited by Shyamashri Ray Karmakar      


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