Dusk has fallen. Go home. <br />Don’t wait any more. <br /> Trees, flats, trees, signboard, trees <br />In between the slate sky - in the distance, shops by evening <br /> Every scooter, Maruti <br />Flashes light and turns by the culvert <br />The same storm that came and went seven days ago <br />Is coming back again. <br /> On the street dust swirls with the paper bag <br />The wind’s voice gradually rises to a roar. <br /> What a strange restlessness <br />Has begun to tremble in the suburban pond’s water... <br /> <br />Go home, wait no more. Go and see <br />The child you left behind with the nanny <br />Was playing when he fell asleep on the floor <br />In the jungle of small and big toys. <br /> <br /> <br />[Translated from 'Premiker Janye Aar Apekkha Koro Na' (Bengali) by Oindrila Mukherjee]<br /><br />Joy Goswami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-wait-for-your-lover-any-longer/
