I was with you all along,
in those twilight hours of anxiety,
when you gasped at the sight,
of unbound beauty of that valley.
Remember that night, darling!
When mosquitoes bit you hard,
When you threw up your hands,
crying out 'God! where am I stuck? '
All that night, I was sitting
on the window sill,
lamenting the loss of my sleep,
immersed in the noise of rain,
pouring on the tin-roof.
You didn't notice me darling,
I was in that bracelet,
That ornate piece of silver jewelery,
Each time you looked at it,
You looked straight through me,
lost in your thoughts and loneliness.
Couldn't you hear my cries?
when you climbed up the railing of that lofty bridge,
and flung me over,
into the Brahmaputra...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem