It will rain one day in this murderous city Your green sari, dark blouse will be wet Your hair will be drenched like monsoon clouds Your kohl darkened eyes, your eyelids will be wet, Your winding eyebrows like a river’s bend will be wet Riding a rickshaw over the filthy waters of the city You and I will be wet It will rain one day in this murderous city. The red mark of blood will be wiped away; the killer’s address will be in the gallows We shall write about the poetry of Nazim Hikmat, Abul Hasan Chat about the rain melodies of Himagshu Dutta We shall discuss that day the work of Bibhuti- Manik- Tarasankar Talk about the films of Satyajit and Buddhadeb So many conversations are patiently waiting to be heard It will rain one day in this murderous city. I shall only sing stories near your ears It will rain one day, our dreams will breed new stems and branches It will rain one day in this murderous city. Shahbagh will be wet, you and I will be wet The eye lids of your rain coloured eyes will be wet We shall again drown our faces in the poems of the great poets I will be wet, you will be wet, we will be wet It will rain one day in this murderous city.
