The stones remained hungry As palaces and kothis overturned A night crossed over from guarding An extinct royalty To streets of Kolkata Where the youth tore off Its resplendence Stabbed by a fury Of political landscape Yet the night survived Its heart throbbed Images grew from White and black Fact and fiction Summer and winter And crowded the birds Once despondent of Hope Tapan Sinha merged With this Night today Days of untoward resolute In its finery Crystal eyed He continues to show Us all.
