এন্ধাৰ বাটৰ এগছি পোহৰ । অবনী চক্রবর্তী
He leaves
home at dusk.
In search
for some light, he’d said.
His nana
stood there
In the dark
corridor of their home
Awaiting
his return.
Burning the
wick of her hope,
She stood
still in that dark corridor.
When the
boy did not show up
She pulled
her stiff body
To go knocking
on doors; familiar, unfamiliar.
Her despair
stricken bones crackled, and
Her
hollowed eyes gleamed
When she
heard of other neightbourhood boys;
Ratul,
Putul, Joduram, Bapuram
All set on
their voyage;
In quest
for the light.
Punakon, in
his search for light, they say
Has turned
into lantern in the dark highway.
Old nana saw
a sky covered in an apron of stars.
She fills
her basket with herbs she’d picked from her kitchen garden
As she
hears them sing the song of their return.
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