What we had wanted - silence, through the centuries of El Dorado,
discreet charms of the bourgeoisie, saturnine -
but the streets are full of gold and blood,
cities full of lonely people - all we had yearned for become little tattoos
and dangle down the cheeks of forever -
where bugles dream of rice and love,
soldiers dream dreams that rich people dream - of increments and royalty,
blue blood flowing like wine through blue glasses,

but if I get love I will break the blue glasses
I will pee on the blue wine
and stand by the banks of the Nile
and wave my wand made of freedom
and stand at the brink of all beginning and end
and wave my flag made of dreams
and maybe do a little jig or two on the sides with rumple-tilt-skin who loves me,
who feeds my soul.

Atindriyo Chakraborty
lives in Kolkata, India