by Dr. Tulika Sarkar
(Kolkata, West Bengal, India)
I can perceive the echoes of the late night beyond the hills that encircle my community.
I make an effort to listen more, but understand nothing;
I open my eyes, but I don't see anything,
Even with my eyes closed, I am unable to catch anything;
Numerous mountains are beyond my ability to climb.
It can be a young woman's tragic narrative;
It might be a grandmother's fairy tale—
It can be the anguish in a farmer's chest;
Even the well-known tune escapes my recognition!
A young woman's tragic tale came to an end,
The grandmother's nighttime fantasy tale has come to an end.
The agony of a farmer's chest is also over,
Nevertheless, I was unable to acknowledge that familiar tune!
The gleaming morning sun is felt on my dark hair;
My eyelids' fog begins to evaporate.
The screams of thousands of awakened individuals reached the sky, shattering the mountains of barricades;
That's when I heard the roar of the human's sea,
The footsteps of a fresh day are audible to me.
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