If the poet hurts, so does Kolkata. Yet they
Say, they have known nobody this cruel ever,
An evil, fake, deceitful, heartless, withering
Hag, she occasionally rips a child from his
Home and crushes him beneath wheels, slaughtering him;
Tosses the poor and the needy by the gutters;
Oh, how would Kolkata hurt?
I know though she does, Kolkata cries her heart out,
Within herself; for once, listen, perk up your ears,
Put your ears to the ground, on the empty streets at
Midnight----You will hear, someone crying, some sad
Quiet sighs like clouds thundering from a deep crevice,
She who must cry each day, every day, how would
She ever know how to hurt?
The original poem 'Du:kho' (দুঃখ) was included in the book Jwolonto Rumal (জ্বলন্ত রুমাল) published in May 1975 (the second edition) by Dey's Publishers, Kolkata.
Parabaas, February 21, 2022
অলংকরণ (Artwork) : Ananya Das