Two Poems on Urban Life
By Lopa Banerjee
Two poems on urban life.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 11 & 12
By Lopa Banerjee
While she looked into Amal’s face, Charu had noticed his thin, frail form today. The youthful charm and vigor of his appearance had withered away, and she felt an unexplained sting in her heart to see that. She had no doubt that he was plagued by his forthcoming farewell, but then, why did he behave so strangely with her?
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 9 & 10
By Lopa Banerjee
Bhupati did not have anything to give Charu that day, nor did he have words for her. He had come to her with empty hands, seeking her love. Just one question of concern from Charu or a bit of her attention would have worked as a remedy to his bruises and pain. But the treasure-chest of Charu’s love and affection remained locked that day.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 8
By Lopa Banerjee
At his summoning, Charu suddenly regained her consciousness and stood up. She didn’t really expect Bhupati’s arrival now. He came close to her, and as he softly stroked her hair with his fingers, he asked her, with all his affection: “Why are you sitting alone in the dark, Charu? Where did Manda go?”
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