Who Poem by Zahir Ashfaque

Who is it?
He asked in such a shouting voice as if
He noticed me for the first time.
Shall I response or not! thinking hesitantly,
Suddenly back to mind with
Some more harsh questions.

Going where?
Calm, I answered the simplest on my way
It's the day to avoid all flabbergasted bloodshot eyes
It's the day for mine
Today, I am going
To put the sun into my pocket
And to fulfil around with blazing sunshine.
To day is the day
For us to begin.

Translated by Chhanda Mahbub