Bengali morning by Arik Mitra
1. Bengali morning
A tram post dawn;
heavily rolls and clatters and breaks
Steel lines on tar.
sticking out, cracking beneath the weight.
A noisy trail leaves back a silence
Unsounding newspaper flutters—
sips of tea are heard street across;
Shutters stretching for a jog.
Sleepy bags walk themselves to fresh bazaar,
amul milk and bakery pound bread
In cyan packets of sparkling greasy light.
Pots belch indirect smoke
like wavy ray-spears of waking sun.