(Translated from the Assamese by Nabina Das.)
The beautiful women get down from the city buses. They
walk down the pavement. When the beautiful women arrive
the town bells ring eleven times. Everyone in the city
open up all their windows to see the beautiful women
go by. The beautiful women shine with warmth while
shopping for yarn in a wool market.
The beautiful women do not write poetry.
It’s just once a week that the beautiful women do a shampoo
to sit in the sun and comb their hair. A poet named “Hemanta Shesh”
writes odes to the beautiful women.
All vegetables at the green grocers want to climb inside
the beautiful women’s bags. The beautiful women buy
undershirts for their beloved men. They eat phuchka
standing at the street corner. The beautiful women get keen
on returning home before the sun sets. They push through the city bus crowd.
Then and there the city falls deathlike silent.
The city cannot follow all the beautiful women to where they go
But if they wish, the beautiful women can easily make the city their prey.
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