Through Impossibilities

I shall go to see you at St. Joseph's convention In 1981 which was turned into a real festival. Then my sorrow is of secondary, and yours lower secondary... Once again this festival is possible in memory. I shall go to See you at a repented convention of memory. As I went to That house of Bishy's at Joari at the age of my primary maths, There was none in that house, also the house was absent, Yet, why I was visiting the house all the noon long? Nowhere you are, never existed at all, this truth Is not acceptable to me; when I determine It's a promise. So I shall go to see you at Sthapandighi; As I met you all the night long at Rani Bhabani's rooftop... All the night long there was blood-raining through fog From deadly stars there was fire-raining, my body burnt But I've not escaped. With courage and boldness I was standing there on the ashes and watched your dance In a fire-pond of dreadful death.. I shall go to see you at 'Chandrabati Poetry Shelter'... If the lyric-festival failed... If it be an impossibility of dreams... Yet, I shall go: Breaking sunlight, pasting fogs, by bus, by train, On walk, in sleeping... with no alternative, must I go! Once, I will go to see you through impossibilities