Poem: Permanent Transfer

We were young then
Master Mashai was one
Very much beating
The ear pulling in silly cause
Sometimes or kneel down
driving out Catching Throat
Sometimes between the fingers
placing pencil, or directly blow
on the head by knuckle of fist
It's time for two or four shots.
He used to smoke cigarettes
If we pull the bidi
Two solids were falling on the cheeks.
Sometimes it seemed
Why no transfer ?
We lived anyhow with pleasure !
That's how I grew up
Even after coming out, I learned
When I came home,
I used to visit the neighborhood.
Now at Work, at Durgapuja came home,
Mom says Sutu suffering with cancer,
Condition serious
The mind is heavy.
I went to see, on the bed
Leaks on the cheeks,
tube in the mouth,
wife on the side much caring
Then I also shed tears
'His transfer is permanent'.

**KRN**
26.04.2024.T ( Original Bengali)
Writco: 15.06.2024
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