Don’t Wait For Your Lover Any Longer

Dusk has fallen. Go home. Don’t wait any more. Trees, flats, trees, signboard, trees In between the slate sky - in the distance, shops by evening Every scooter, Maruti Flashes light and turns by the culvert The same storm that came and went seven days ago Is coming back again. On the street dust swirls with the paper bag The wind’s voice gradually rises to a roar. What a strange restlessness Has begun to tremble in the suburban pond’s water... Go home, wait no more. Go and see The child you left behind with the nanny Was playing when he fell asleep on the floor In the jungle of small and big toys. [Translated from 'Premiker Janye Aar Apekkha Koro Na' (Bengali) by Oindrila Mukherjee]