Kalbaisakhi had stricken around nine followed by the rain
Around twelve, after a gap of an hour or so, there was another spell
The breeze is now moist, calm; stars have started shining.
(But) this poem is not for those who finding solace but for who trying to
The ones who finding out satisfaction in any mean–cigarette, joint, drink, masturbation…
The ones who are sleeping to be awake soon; whose eyes are sleeping but soul not
This poem is to the melancholic ones; to the lorn tired hearts
Kolkata, how was your day…