~Pujan Roka~
She walks by smoking
with a large bag of trash in her hand,
An empty case of beer,
A small kid running beside her
asking silly questions as his mother climbs the stairs,
She smokes as she talks to her son –
large puffs of smoke gusting from her mouth,
She walks by smoking
with another child in her womb.
Music that merges into the apartment walls,
The cry of an infant that penetrates music,
The mother sits watching TV and
listening to large puffs of cigarette
Which sound does she hear?
Is it her infant?
Is it the TV?
Is it the music?
She sits there
listening to large puffs of cigarette.
Another day, another light,
She walks by smoking
with a large bag of trash in her hand,
With a basket that carries the infant
Or is it a casket?
A small kid runs beside her
carrying an empty case of beer,
asking all silly questions;
She bellows to the kid,
the kid cries,
the infant cries –
The cry shatters the cold winter
Shatters a large puff of smoke.
(Source : Suskera.com )
