Relationship

Smt. BINODINI GANTAYET

A shadow from the hill over there

Soars up to touch some strange sky,
And I here reminisce and rewrite
The story of a forgotten past soaked with tears.

The dew drops on the river bank
Dazzled once with silvery dreams– 
Dreams that to-day appear
To be a mass of helplessness.

Like the lost identity of a tormented life
The dying light of those unknown stars
Crushes what little ego is left in me.

And then I decorate the lawn
Of my pleasures and pains
Only with deeper frustrations.

The definitions of a strange exhaustion
Thrill me these days at times.

But I keep myself miles away
From those million prying eyes
Only to taste the sweetness
Of your relationship–something rare for me.

And I pervade like a mirage
The deserted darknesses
Drenched by my own tears.

Translated from Oriya by Brajakishore Das