Proximity To Invisible Desire. Poem by Matin Bairagi

When I became tired of walking, a bit of rest, a few drops of water,
I know not when I came near the river
I saw the cool night, somebody is sitting
When I asked, he said, I'm the river, there's rippling of stream.

Suddenly the leaves went on flying, making fluttering sounds
The sands are flying away under the moonlight of sufferings
I walk past the river
A few motionless wisps of water flowing through the veins
When I raised my face, he said, ….This much….
The cassia trees have died and the feathers of the birds were strewn over
The t ime stood still listless inside the river
As we have stopped at the proximity towards invisible desire.

Translated by Siddiqur Mahmudur Rahman.