Now Day and Night

- A translation of Souvik Bandyopadhyay's poem 

"Ekhon dinraat"

The pale boulevard appears

as a lazy, ancient serpent in this colourless evening

sipping nonchalantly from the chalice of time

we grow antique as well.

Narrow by-lanes, old rusty antennas

no one dwells here anymore

just a few black and white photo albums

of girls..young, frolicking, giggling remain.

Its been ages since spring came visiting Kolkata

Now just a deep, bluish winter

sits hauntingly on the window pane.

No fireworks for a millenia 

of precarious existence-

Now while thinking about my friends

I put on a cold grey suit

and habitually keep floating night and day.