Alone Poem by Samarendranath Mahapatra

Quite alone
in my room,
the whole day passed away.

The whole day I spent
reading books and letters
plucking the blooms of memories.
Within me the whole day
I lost myself.

No one ever comes
in case they come I forbid them
swaying a red flag
in front of my small window
But yet, the traffic jam
of dreams.

Why do I dream
at dawn, too write poems
and still come to meet
with the flowers, the butterflies,
why do I direct the twittering birds
to go deep into the solitude that lies?

Why do I hurry
at dark midnight
to tell all of my sweet soft feelings
to the stars and the moon.
Why do I touch with my finger tips
the half-broken guitar
and the whole night
with grief I quaver?

I don't know, not at all
the reasons of all that happens.
If I'd been aware of it
would I come to be
such a homeless in my house
won't I be able to identify
with them, other than me! ! !