Jete Pari Kintu Keno Jabo (I Could Leave, But Why Should I)- Shakti Chattopadhyay

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For now, I would rather turn around.


Having smeared my hands in black for so long

Never did I think of you, as yours.


Now as I stand on the cliff at night

The moon beckons me fondly


Or as I stand on the banks of Ganga, asleep

The pyres emit warm invites


I could leave, yes

I could go away in any odd direction

But, why would I?


I would rather hold my child’s face and plant a kiss


Leave I will

Not just yet.

I would take you-all along as well

Alone, I shall not go at this untimely hour.


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