And after a long time, the idiot Kolkata
was sanctified by my uncherished visit.

The tuberail greeted me with a leper smile.
from the dump of coconuts, three lakh beggars
bowed to welcome me.
And after a long time,
I walked upon the cold tramlines.
Just then, one by one,
glowed up the blue advertisement, blue lights,
and I remembered the sign of
a brassiere hanging like a sinful desire
from the sleeping berth in the train.

O God, I am not feeling cold in this breeze.
Has Kolkata lost its wintry chill
by the warmth of its scantily-clad women?

I continued to walk with a lighted cigarette
ripping the chest of Kolkata.

And sanctified became your city,
the idiot Kolkata

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

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