Translated from the original Bengali by Kushal Poddar
The stormy shuttle car
climbs up the flyover.
My finger descends into your fist,
joyous, barrier breaking.
Shall stay in touch, infinity.
History's curtain will come down
over the horizon of time.
Moments will guide ahead.
Rain falls on my chest,
When red ants smite the chrysalis
no caterpillar wings...