Translation : why: Bhaskar Chakrabarty


why: Bhaskar Chakrabarty

Why ,does not love make lunatic-
I just,buy

New sheets-unclothed

Loiter around the room-from

four corners,men start coughing-from

the four corners

So many failed days passeth-
In the red motorcar,I

Could not laugh-in weddings,

I could not laugh appropriately – traceless

All the years,there,lies at theback-
Removing curtains from all the windows,Ilift my face and see

A day like the other day

like one other day,like another day

Is like this,skeletal,hollow.

Translation : Priyasha Hoare|