Two fragments: Jibanananda Das

Once, I wanted her – her distant footsteps roused my thirst
Still I’ll forget her – forget how to be awakened
Perhaps I’ll think of those days before I sleep
But this world’s winter-numbness
Will numb me too
I shan’t want her though I wanted her once
~ ~ ~
In some lake
Some river wave
The water of some ocean
Merging like droplets for a moment
On a distant dawn near the sun of the century
The upheaval of our lives
Had perhaps sought to learn to be young
~ ~ ~
[Fragments from longer poems]

Have something to say?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s