Gigolo
I watch him from a distance-the young guy
Standing at Free School Street with a hanky tied to his right hand
Tall in height, he appears to be a sailor unknown
Upon his deep blue T-shirt glows a shining line :
'If being sexy is a crime, arrest me soon'
The girls beside measure him with an oblique look
Some of them lick their lips, as if it's storm in the wild desert,
Where snakes crawl with hissing sounds,
Such is the blazing pain all over the pores of the body
Halogen flashing, serially on the pavements night descends
As if with endless froths from the corks of champagne,
- The 'night' which is also a woman fasting,
Beaconing the boy from inside of a black car
And then, taking him in it, starts towards no destination.
The way Vincent Van Gogh thought
Was I born on a stone
with froth and shrub on my body?
Here and there those mine- workers
and pregnant women, who ramble
like shadows, a cane-basket and hair grip
they have left behind are symbols of depression,
when I think that way
my blood fluctuates like ebb and flow
One who throws towards the distressed people
strong ladders knitted with ropes,
I'll certainly reach near them
with my easel and colour-brush
Their wounded parts following my glance
are peeping through my drawings of sketches
just like a sun-flower growing solitarily
and secretly in the womb of night.
Shaswata Gangopadhyay (India) : is one of the prominent faces of Contemporary Bengali Poetry, who started writing in Mid 90s. Born and brought up at Kolkata, Shaswata has a profound interest in travelling, adventure and classical music.
His poems are regularly published in all six continents through translations in different languages.
His book of Poems : Inhabitant of Pluto Planet (2001), Offspring of Monster (2009), Holes of Red Crabs(2015) and Rhododendron Cafe (2021).
Recently His ‘Selected Love Poems’ have been
published from Cairo, Egypt.
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