We both are here, again, <br />in memory of sound bird’s river of light. <br />Thought we both are <br />Egyptian mummies. <br />Slumbering from morn to evening. <br />Sporting ourselves as a morning breeze, <br />swaying clusters of green leaves, <br />or becoming a twig of emblica, sal, <br />or even turning into silver hued falling rain, <br />pretending to be all of the above— <br />just you and me. <br /> <br />We died so many times over and over again <br />in many cities, bazaars, waterways, <br />amidst blood, fire, blurred decadence, <br />in the darkness of inauspicious moment. <br />Even then, we pined for light, courage, and life. <br />We cherished these in our heart <br />and be history-bound. <br /> <br />Our nest, we built somewhere. <br />It shattered into pieces and we cried. <br />On froth of the ocean, we giggled. <br />We loved our life. <br />Light—more light passed away! <br /> <br />If men depart today, <br />humankind will remain here, <br />curdled dewdrops will become <br />in the parlance of history, the capital <br />of man and woman. <br /> <br />[Original: Dhoni Pakhir Alo Nodi (Bengali), Translator: A.H. Jaffor Ullah] <br />......... <br />This poem appears in the ungrouped (Ogronthito Kobita) poem section<br /><br />Jibanananda Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-both-are-here-again/
