Superduper poem by friend Souradeep Roy- Sneha, every night you ask why I love you and every night I fail to answer. Tonight, on Bhasha Dibosh, I have an answer. Even though you study English, even though we dream in this language, I find the smell of Bengal in you. As you walk down in Paharganj I find in your gait that dream of Harisabha Lane in Barrackpore, as your face gets lighted up when the neon light shows up from nowhere like a mistake. In your face that field in Barrackpore, In your voice the cringing of cycles in this car infested city, in your cry the cry of a hundred footballers in muddy fields longing for a pass, and in your saliva, Sneha, I taste the hilsa and shutki that I have left behind. When I lie on top of your heavy breaths, you become the Ganga and I that little leaf that floats on her belly but never drowns. Sneha, I love you because, like me, you too adopted a mother in your tongue, like me your adopted mother is English.
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 05:19:23 +0000
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