Jotoi raag hok, ei Sohor chere jawa impossible....Sohor ta to manush r mon r bhetor... MY NAME IS UNKNOWN - Saptarshi Basu My name is unknown, My City lives within me. My colour changes with time, At times it’s red, at times it’s green. My name is unknown, My City lives within me. The Sunday’s last Metro is melancholic, Like going away from someone, The drone, the humming, the automatic voice Unclear in the noise, Like mother calling at a distance, Like lover saying goodbye. My name is unknown, My city lives within me. I smell of fish in the morning, I smell of sweat at night. My name is unknown, My City lives within me. My hands get raised to forehead, Distractedly sitting in a bus, To an unknown God. The man sleeping on my shoulder, Reminds me of my grandfather, Or a long lost friend. My name is unknown, My city lives within me. I am not someone, I am unknown, Like other unknowns in my city, We smile at each other, We had hardly known. I hear Tagore’s songs, Mixed with dust and mist. My name is unknown, My City lives within me.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 06:53:29 +0000
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