Probably No One Awaits Him Poem by Rokon Uddin

In beard and hair
No sign of black is seen-
Wearing white punjabi and pyjamas
This man has been sitting
Here in the road-side stall
From twilight to midnight.

At any time,
Magistrate can demolish this stall
As they consider it illegal.
Nor do my customers stay long.
Only the old man seems sitting
For endless hours.
Tea-cup
Or some talk with me
Have been his companion.

Night is deepening-
My wife is waiting for me-
I have to close my stall.
But what this man will do?

Probably no one awaits him.