I Myself Was The Train's Driver Poem by Jahir Hasan

I keep asking to my wife, mother and Parul weren'tI a train's driver
I notice their replies are almost negative
I let them make it clear that I were there
They have a clear idea on my affairs rather than me So I acknowledge them with great due respect
Nevertheless I was a driver of a brick-coloured-train
I wanted to get the nod of all
I assign my father to my mother
Parul you did sit yourself their beside me
Couldn't you recall I had honked the horn, couldn't you recall!
Yet the mist hadn't been dispersing
Give your nod, please, pleeease!
Couldn'tI be something else
To dispel your perception!



Translated by Hosen Motahar