Septet

Here lies Sarojini; I don't know if she is lying here! Enough she had slept; - then one day she left for a far - away cloud. Has Sarojini travelled that far, where - darkness over - a new horizon wakes up under the focus of light? So Sarojini has moved that far? Climbing without a ladder? - like a bird, but she had no wings at all. May be she is today part of earth's geometric undulations. The ghost of geometry claims: "I don't know anything." The dryness of Saffron light clings to the evening sky; Like a vanquished cat; Wide awake with the idiotic smile of a futile trick. [Translated by Faizul Latif Chowdhury]