The Disrupted Gaggle (Sangbighno Pakhhikul - Mohiner Ghoraguli)

The runway stretches ahead in loneliness 

While the clouds hang stupefied in the sky

In the pain-ridden stupor of the lazy radar

A gaggle of chirping birds fly by

It’s been years since a soaring airplane 

Touched down in this vacuous aerodrome 

Strewn with litter and garbage, while the winds

Howl past the absent wings spread wide 

A little girl with her hair caught in the wind

Sobs with her face hidden in her frock

The poet has seen this picture, that’s why 

Floating clouds line his empty heart 

The picture imprinted on his mind 

Fills the poet with worry and care

Potent with the signs of an impending storm

The clouds lie stupefied on the sky  

(Translated by Samarpan Dutta)

Samson (Anjan Dutt)

Neon signs flicker their wares

The rains have drenched the streets

A damp heart still beats 

Like clockwork the last tram brings

Them home—Samson and his saxophone 

A rickety flight of stairs in a dank back alley

Leads to his dilapidated attic room 

A bed stained with cheap liquor

That has washed away their youth 

Samson and his saxophone 

So many Samsons die every day

Killed in a quiet corner of a shiny hotel

This busy metropolis puts an end

To so many songs even before they’re sung

There had been a Delilah too 

A bliss that was over too soon  

Someone stole her away

From Samson and his saxophone

His crucified savior stuck on a torn calendar

Samson too finds himself sentenced 

To a lifetime of churning out 

The same old film songs

So many Samsons die every day

Killed in a quiet corner of a shiny hotel

This busy metropolis puts an end

To so many songs even before they’re sung

Delilah isn’t coming back 

To save him from this hell

They’ll rot in the corners of 

This shiny five-star hotel

Samson and his friend, the saxophone 

Countless melodies trapped in those old lungs

That none will ever hear

But the weary moon waking up from its

Slumber to that old saxophone

Baring it’s heart out in pain

So many Samsons die every day

Killed in a quiet corner of a shiny hotel

This busy metropolis puts an end

To so many songs even before they’re sung

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