Dedication Page from “Selected Poems” by Utpal Kumar Basu

One day, when its time, sit beside these verses
And pull it closer to you, like a broken table and keep a steaming tumbler
On it’s letters. Keep a jar of water and hear a cough or two,
Spit, yawn, close eyes in drowsiness… as if deaf

Doesn’t hear unwanted truths. Lies. And this, it’s witty cunningness
Is recent and without conscience. Doesn’t even bother to know-
who its neighbours are
Or read someone else- It dreads the unknown- and that time
Returned from the sea with a fistful of pebbles… Give him too much of

Petty household choirs. Keep accounts. And make him
toil with futility- unacknowledged
As much as you can- And let me hand you over
That night’s cremation, rituals aftermath, drenched shoots-
Bundles of unused clothes, blind, insanity… Take a look when you can.

From: http://kaurab.tripod.com/english/bengali_poetry/utpal.html

Date: ?1964 (original in Bengali); 2010 (translation in English)

By: Utpal Kumar Basu (1939-2015)

Translated by: Debayudh Chatterjee (1991- )

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