Roopsa Roopsa

a poem by Prasenjit Maiti

Roopsa Roopsa
and this they said was life!
You should go take a walk down champagne alleys
before you talk such rubbish…
Presidency College was glum and desolate
in a May evening as we went down
together, clumsily hand in hand
with our rotten memories…
And yet they’d say this is life,
enjoy!
As the ravens fly back home defeated
against a drooping, hunchbacked sun
that’ll burn for years to come…
And you, Roopsa, to think that you
once promised to see me through,
guide me along the
unevenness
of your feline terrain…
And they call this life, they do.
Ask them to take a ramble along
all the champagne alleys,
through and through…