Slum night

Just below Kolkata lies another city

Strange as Salt Lake land of broken dreams

With choleric dogs dancing gangster nights

He said, ‘Take me with you to Australia, take me with you to the other side’

I said, ‘Ashoka I wish I could but I can’t’

Alcohol and gangja

Gun stories with cold blood liaisons

Plunged me deep into the slum night

‘Take me with you please I gotta go, I gotta get to the other side’

‘Sorry I can’t’.

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