Weightless, Without You Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee

2 chairs before my dining table
eating, laughing. I sit on one
molest the other.A face straining
inside my stomach
to look out, to pray outside.
Who bought this half -busted Buddha?
Who thought noise is lust?
Who ate his own laughter?
The slow hours of Sunday reveal
the absurdity of the other days
without my child, full-time.
I sing to him Rabindranath,
he doesn't move, he's transfixed
on the chair.
Let's wait and see what awaits
the rest of India and my child.
2 chairs I spoke of will die,
my bones will rot.My ghost will travel
to U.S.A without RBI's permission.
My child, how will it be for me, weightless,
without you?



*Rabindranath, India's Nobel laureate in Literature.
*RBI, India's central bank, The Reserve Bank of India.

Boudhayan Mukherjee.