I discern a few birds somewhere outside on grass, <br />dew drops dry-up in the sun rays <br />a few people—around their corn-field, <br />lonely like human beings <br />In anticipation of heavenly geometry <br />Even the earths undulations have <br />Mingled with the whole sky of <br />The present and the past. <br /> <br />Is there a general strike along <br />The horizon? —chimney... spread <br />Along the blue of the sky <br />easily, like birds. <br /> <br />Here ensteeped in the <br /> stillmates of the river <br />Clouds have arisen to the sky <br /> like spiral stairs— <br />They realize as they mingle with the nature, <br />... dazzling aluminium feel <br />I counted two three four five <br />Six aeroplanes <br />As if watching the blue of the skies, <br />In the sunlight, I took a look at the <br />Century’s ghosts. <br /> <br />Translated by Faizul Latif Chowdhury<br /><br />Jibanananda Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-break-and-six-bombers-1942/
