My roots have branched beyond lines.
Creeping in peace beyond Kolkata and desh*,
I’ve locked my heart in tendrils of love
That blossom through my texts
Of Shakespeare and Keats
And beckon my being
and Boston , Rome
For I might travel, with Eliot and Pound
And sing with Heaney and Faiz
Ghazals of loss and newly fashioned hope
That branch beyond lines and soar to the sky
And splatter in a canopy of light.
Spilled beyond boxes of bureaucratic forms,
Mine is the uncompassed sail into storms.
* A Bengali word meaning land/country.