(29 October 1939- / Patna, Bihar / India)


Midnight knock on the pin-dropp door
You have to replace a dead under-trial
Shall I put on a shirt/ Gulp a few morsels?
Slip off through the terrace/

Door-planks shatter and wall plaster flakes
Masked men enter and en-flank
'What's the name of that squint-eyed guy
Where's he hiding?
Speak up, or come with us! '

I choke in terror. Sir, yesterday at sunrise
He was lynched by a mob.

[Translation of Bengali poem Astitwa]

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