As if walking around the bend on the street,
As if on that bend, acquainted with a shadow,
As if knowing once again, not to pause my feet,
As if following it for reasons I didn't know
Then as if I outwalked it, emptying my eyes
And stopped not knowing where else to go.
Other shadows moved ahead - I could not recognise
With sun shining around them - as if a sinister grin,
How could I obtain the wisdom to compromise
And clear my way through a pile of gibberish din
Set by the traffic sounds crowding my view?
Behind me somewhere on the street's bending
As if I went back to find that familiar shadow, to renew
My acquaintance. The street ahead remained as if to continue.
-
Tito Rajarshi Mukhopadhyay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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