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CALCUTTA 1944


You are seeing the
Sun for the first time
Today, the night has

 

Packed its bags and gone
Away. You are now
Feeling the heat from

 

The open window,
The sounds from the street
Below welcome you

 

And bid you come and
Buy, step out, open
Up your purse, make the

 

Sellers happy, put
Food on their tables.
Nina has gone off

 

To buy bread or so
You think she said through
The fog of your sleep.

 

You just remember
Her back going, the
Sway of her hips, that

 

Wave of the thin hand.
Daughters are there to
Be wed, Father said,

 

Dismissing Parni
With the shake of his
Hand when she tries to

 

Embrace or kiss him.
You want to get up
And look out from the

 

Window, see the street
Sellers with their wares,
The callers, the sharp

 

Laughter from corners. 
Nartan will see you
In bed, he will be

 

Angry, the husband
Expects his wife to
Be busy, hands in

 

Motion, head thinking,
Lips closed and quiet.
However, he will

 

Not be coming yet,
His workplace is miles
Away, and it is

 

Still only midday.
The light will be your
Guide, your blessing, the

 

Gods will look down on
You and then turn their
Heads away, keep their

 

Eyes averted, their
Judgement held in check.
You are feeling the

 

Warmth of the midday
Sun; the noise from the
Street wakens you from

 

Your slumber. If your
Father saw you now,
His hand would be raised,

 

His voice would shout loud,
His brown eyes would blaze
Brighter than the sun

 

Outside. But he is
No more. You want more
Sleep, the day will wait,
The sunshine will keep.

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