Afterwards

Last night I watched an angel dance

On a London stage

In our BanglaTown

Wedged between tower blocks

And Aldgate wealth of chicken shops

And sarees.

First he balanced perfectly

On one leg and then on the other

His white lungi opened wide

His anklets stirred.

And we were in an oasis

Transported to somewhere else

He was the universal player of good deeds

A despatch rider from heavens above

The embodiment of getting it right

The message man to our souls.

An actor acting something unreal

A pretender rehearsed in his role.

We in from the rain of a November evening

Succumbed to the illusion

The stage lights warmed us

And the celestial beings

Folk-lored and globally-taled

Redundant and resident in

Beloved poems and nurseries

Joined in the dance.