Published on 12:00 AM, March 31, 2018


I Can Choose to Go, But Why Should I?

Shakti Chattopadhyay's “Jete Pari Kintu Keno Jabo”

Perhaps, it is better to turn around.


I have blackened my hands

Over a stretch of time,

And I never thought of you as you are.


Now that I stand by the abyss at night

The moon beckons: come away,

Now as I stand by the Ganges in sleep

The funeral pyre calls: come away.


I can surely go,

I can choose to go in any direction--

But why should I?


I will clasp my child's face and plant a kiss


Go I will

But not right away

I will also take you along

Alone I shan't go, and certainly not at this ungodly hour.


Syed Maqsud Jamil writes creatively and is an occasional contributor to Star Literature and Reviews Pages.