The seedground paved with the stones of Calcutta,
I remain vigilant
If there’s any response
I keep my eyes wide open
If any sapling sprouts throught a crevice,
It’s a sort of penance
What else
Thus to make my days and nights ache perpetually.
In the meantime turning my face a bit I see
The have-nots gleaning timber
With mosaic of smoke around the earthen pots
And building a haven of love in tattered clothes,
But I’ve of course endeared that stone
And hoping its heart to mealt,
I wait.
(Arun Mitra)
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