A poem by Amitav Dasgupta in Khademul Islam's translationShort T-shirt. When she raises her two hands over her head you can see her belly-button. In the wind a snappy rumbaRight left front backTurns on all sides in the flick of an eyelash. The dream of the skinny youth in the development next doorThe cupped dream of the skinny youth next doorSetting the city on its ear—Honeymoon! Amid the smell of burning tiresA three-brick stove, the arc of the flameNo sooner the handful ofUnhusked cooked rice reaches the mouthThat Kolkata’s footpaths clap and shout out—Fantastic!

Source: Dhaka Tribune February 08, 2020 11:48 UTC