(for S)
Land of my birth
You may hold me traitor
For not having learnt
The language of your people
Of my love for you
However
I let none know
And now
When I return fugitive
I feel empty
Having lost you to those
Who claim to love you more
What shall I say to them , Shillong?
Shall I say?
I have seen childhood wasted on your busy streets
And easy girls become easier…..
Shall I speak of the neighbourhood
I dared not enter
Or of the doe eyed girl
Who lived there
Whom I dared not love
Because shadows stalked her street
And what shall I say
To your poet
Who wishes to liberate your hills
Shall I say?
I wish ….
I too had hills to set free
And a land to call my own.
[…] is a poem by Chandrajit Bose, a professor at Durama College in Meghalaya, and was recently featured by the online magazine Raiot. Bose, a Bengali by birth, speaks of residing in the beautiful city of […]
[…] is a poem by Chandrajit Bose, a professor at Durama College in Meghalaya, and was recently featured by the online magazine Raiot. Bose, a Bengali by birth, speaks of residing in the beautiful city of […]
[…] is a poem by Chandrajit Bose, a professor at Durama College in Meghalaya, and was recently featured by the online magazine Raiot. Bose, a Bengali by birth, speaks of residing in the beautiful city of […]
[…] is a poem by Chandrajit Bose, a professor at Durama College in Meghalaya, and was recently featured by the online magazine Raiot. Bose, a Bengali by birth, speaks of residing in the beautiful city of […]