With full stomachs and hungry stomachs and wearing shoes and in br Bare feet those who come br They are Lalgola, they are Ranaghat, they are Barasat br Every day, every month. br br They are from Bengal, through the ages they are fathers, uncles br They usher in victory in votes br They are primary, they are total failures, they are MA, BA br They run, after they get off the trains. br br They are action, they are revolution, they smoke bidis br The train stops in the ricefield br The ricefield is locked, the house opens up, who wants to go br Home in the dawn. br br Full stomach, hungry stomach, wearing shoes, br Bare foot, it's me, me… br Ah Kolkata, you are Sonagachi, you are Bara Babu br Hypocrisy on every street. br br Thousands, thousands I am Kakinara, I am Shimurali br I am alone in the middle br A girl, some have discarded after raping br In her I saw Durga. br br Startled I stop, I look intently, like mine br Hundreds of other eyes br Stare at the girl, officer, clerk and judge br And the iguana. br br Empty stomach, torn clothes and torn slippers br Yet a crushed moon br Your face is like Bethuadahari, you are Barisal br 'My hopes and desires unfulfilled.' br br You are like Hollywood in the Coke Pepsi cup. br I saw you br I saw you, really, I felt I saw br Marilyn Monroe.