Love Poem: The City and Sunanda

The City and Sunanda

The city, your life is celebrating 
the Durga Puja festival today. 
Fencing four wheelers and busses ... 
A glimpse of the brightest moonlight
'Tilottoma' is there, but 
you are not Sunanda. 
Looking back once again
on every street corner 
has become my old habit now ! 
This is the great Asthami Puja's night. 
This is the time when 
the up Bongaon local train departs
leaving the ocean of people behind. 
At the insistence of three prostitutes, 
three young men hurries and put them
into empty train compartments. 
Sunanda, this city has none except you, 
who can rule the youth. 
There is neither love, no affection 
nor the discipline enough. 
You know the biggest fear ! 
They are loosing principles, 
there is no fear in their mind. 
You please stay Sunanda
as only you can touch the fire. 
Take this society in your unique 
shape of heart. 
Take the pollution on life. 
Shelter the orphan childhood
from shallow soil of the river Ganges. 
Even in the eyes of a wood-louse
lightning is still there. 
You please return Sunanda,  
I want to be sure and certain 
in the next rally this time.