Foggy Spring | Bikash Sarkar

Arka Das

Foggy Spring

Bikash Sarkar

I couldn't hear Kochi's voice on telephone due to the cross connection

For now I sit on the bank of Mechhua and watch the lyric-ornate birds play

The sky is apologizing for the interruption

I lie beneath that sky, silent, and the grasses become radioactive

Calamus leaves fly, flakes of vagrant shimul also fly

And here comes Kochi's letter: 'we will meet then

At Shantiniketan in Basanta Utsav’

Then what happens, what can happen, how it happens

Giving her glasses in my hand, Kochi goes down to Kopai

She washes her eyes with water and fixes her glance on Sonajhuri

At that time, Madols were playing drimidrimi in Saturday's hat

Kochi has gone to the water, why isn't she coming back!

What will I do now with these foggy lenses for all the springtime?

Translated by Suparna Mondal