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A poem on India

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India, Sir, how long will you carry on like this, really, I feel awful

India, I ate your jail food for  complete one month which means for 30 days

No job since September 1964, you know India, would you mind lending me 20 bucks ?

India, those guys are very bad, even rats are eating away your grains

What did Suhrawardy advise you in the Control Room India ?

O tell me �" I am really happy, promise, I can make faces !

And I do not know where Kolkata is hurtling in this bitter renaissance

India, why don’t you get a few of my pulp published in Nabokallol magazine

I’ll also become saint, or guide us to Santiniketan

We would be servant of literature, you would give me a set of cultural attire

Let us go to country liquor den Khalasitola today evening, we would cook Bengali culture

India, why aren’t you exploding an atom bomb,  fireball suits the sky !

Do you want to try LSD ? Both of us would sunbathe at Nimtala crematoria

India, here, take this handkerchief, wipe your specs

In this election please help me win, I’d contest from Chilika lake

Which lecture of yours is going to be published in tomorrow’s newspaper, India ?

I have snatched the key from them which keeps you going

India, I surreptitiously read the love letters written to you

Why don’t you cut your nails ? There are dark patches beneath your eyes

Why don’t you apply colour to your teeth these days ?

You kill in revenge but blame us for murder when we  follow you

Don’t think I am just a cat’s paw

How about a self-compromise eating one’s own heart

India, withdraw Section 144 of Penal Code from paddy fields

Send all great books to Vietnam, Huh Huh

May be the war will stop

India, tell me what exactly you want !!

( Translation of Kamor )

Hungry Bulletin, 26th January 1966.

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