Pupé

My daughter Pupé whenever on the terrace wants the big blue sky in her tiny little hands and if she’s denied, just grabs it As Pupé grows up she’ll want other stuff at fairs she’ll make a fuss for a comb and looking-glass However lazy I may be, I know she won’t stay on with me Then to put on sindoor one day She may open her silver box And suddenly she just may Think, what is it that she’s lost? So at that moment it may be That she opens her clenched fist to see And finds the big blue sky in there Has vanished into thin air That’s when she’s all grown up My daughter Pupé [Translated from the Bengali poem ‘Pupé’ by Antara Dev Sen]