After Hiatus

Rajarshi says: This was written quite sometime back. I couldn't translate it. The spirit is rather entwined with my mother-tongue, Bangla. It is about a languid weary afternoon where typical urban Indian scenes include men returning home from work, children awaiting their father's return and the chocolates he shall bear, students reluctantly making their way to tuition classes irrespective of their inclinations and those flashes of escape or freedom that go hand in hand with this massive and rather reconciled packet of time.
And thank you, Shakti Chattopadhyay

Chuti

Ghasher shagore concrete ney shwash
Porche tate alor proshwas
Dure kothao cholche ochena ajaan
Klanto batash diche tar I janaan
Boro babu bari phirchen rashbhari
Cadbury niye shuru hobe karakari
Bacha du chele dorjay chutochuti
Tader pa e dekchi amar chuti
Kishor chele bag kandhe tuition e
Onekta poth ebar perote hobe
Bhrukuti bhishon korche e poth daabi
Tobu chokher kon e tomay bhalobashi
Ondho goli te phutche neon kathi
Tar poroshe makhchi amar chuti
Kishori noyon janala y durodrishto
Tobe pokkhirajera aar je nei oboshishto
Rongo dekhe atenna udasheen
Tar kache shara bochor chuti’r din
Raat pori bole onekta poth baki
Tomake bolchi..shonge ashbe naki?