Monuments are strong, erect -
Maharajas have long left the ground
The sound of celebratory trumpet
Breaks apart the sky, and the land
On which side do I stand?
"ভূমিকম্প!" People ran away. Don't go.
I hope it's the beginning of paradise.
Don't look alarmed when you see
A Londoner. Act surprised.
It's a new start, ipod, wallmart -
Different doors, neonlit brands
On which door do I knock?
By which counter do I stand?
What kinds of songs should I store
in my ipod? Its the dawn of
A neonlit evening - the breeze of thumri
Lightens the burden
Do i get bored?
Men and cows are dancing on the road
But the road has been cracked open
Ancient ruins, unearthed -
They belonged to the maharajas I think
Do I have a clue? Before my own eyes
History has been unleashed in the blues.
The trumpet screams "বিদেশী! মারো!"
The crowd dances with bows and arrows
A meditation in war and imitation.
If this is paradise
Home is in a foreign land
On whose side do I stand?
YOU ARE READING
From the Other Side
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