Muddled my hands in black of dirt, While time flew unabated. Never sketched you in my thoughts As you really are.
Now as I step near the edge of the valley At this bleak hour of midnight Moon beckons, in her maiden calls . Quietly I stand now,with my heavy eyes Moonlighting by the Ganges, And all I hear are cries Reeking of funeral and finitude.
I can go, To Anywhere, and in any direction. But, why will I? .
I will leave, Perhaps, not just now. Will carry you along Won't depart alone, untimely.
translated from bangla "jete pari kintu keno jabo? " - Shakti Chottopadhyay