Kolkata Bhor-bela

I awoke again too early this morning<br /> <br /> The young boy with whom I share a room was still asleep.<br /> <br /> He may not rise until after noon,<br /> <br /> although he knows it breaks his mother&rsquo;s heart.<br /> <br /> He is a sweet boy but has seen too much of sorrow.<br /> <br /> I crept up to the rooftop for a cigarette.<br /> <br /> At the summit of the stairs, <br /> <br /> in the little room that houses a weathered idol<br /> <br /> the old woman was crying again.<br /> <br /> I slunk past the open door in silence.<br /> <br /> The street was slick from...