Saturday, 11 April 2015

Bikash Sarkar's poem THE CALL ( Translation of 'Daak' )

Someone called me, 'Bikash Bikash'
it seemed the call was not for me
the invitation is to a lifeless boulder.
Flowers raise their voices against me. 
Crickets of drunk night have vanished
stabbed in the desolate alley
the wild deers conspire and plot
against me, to murder me.
It appears all calculations are incorrect
as if, a fountain of errors
sprang into action, or else
I am pressed heavily against 
the boulder of errors
like fossils.
Yet a mysterious girl seems to call me
like a fresh breath of breeze, and
she hails me, 'Bikash Bikash'
before she prepares to kill me.

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